Golden child lyrics
by Rollin Thrax
b*tch im on the go, had to tell them pick the pace up
I been on the road, [?]
Before all the growth i knew i would be the greatest
Its deep in my veins give a f*ck bout what they saying
Might go out of state with it
They like thrax where you going
I done passed through that b*tch, dont attachments no more
Can't imagine being stuck on my ass in the pole
And they mad at me cuz i switched my swag an got on
Damn this lil hoe picture perfect
Imma have to bring her home at night cuz she work early
No i ain't gon build a hoe cuz i got my own purpose
Im tryna get physical, sorry that my feelings gone
Im the golden child to this b*tch, [?]
Bae you know you fine you on my mind, im tryna get you here
Blowing cheetah p*ss, [?]
Im sposed to be dead i dont know how im here
[?]
I was f*cked up, now im throwing guap in here
Not looking for love, just want f*ck, give me top in here
My lil n*gga wild, i can't control what they do too you
[?] toss that b*tch like loony toons
I might break your heart, from the start
Cuz thats what you would do
I dont want no smoke, but my og do
[?]
Whole gang fresh as f*ck you dont know who is who
n*ggas way too talkative, but you get no guala
Better get yo bucks up, i see that thats your problem
Never going broke again
Stacking benjamins up, you can look no touch
I dont f*ck with people if im keeping it honest
Rather keep on thumbin it, spending on my closet
Been balling on n*ggas i feel like [?]
Cuz im getting more over here, i dont got no time to spare
I can't trip on all the hate, middle finger in the air
n*ggas keep on with complaining like that sh*t gon make me care
You should know that i dont care at all
b*tches want a handout you should know this sh*t ain't fair at all
I done put in kobe hours
Gotta couple thousand i might spend it on some trousers
Walking out the store with some new balenci jeans
And a couple bags on me