Golden Child
Golden Child

Jason Kenyon, Xtra Credits - Golden Child Lyrics

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Golden Child Music Video

Golden Child Lyrics

Jason
See all these people I fake a smile
Give em an inch and they’ll take a Mile
Who’s making sure that I’m safe and sound
I get it done while yall play around
Alone in the stu while I lay it down
Cause I aint got patience for lazy clowns
Stay up the Hill I just came to town
Locate the opps and I paint the town
I aint got patience I’m working on that keep blowing my savings I’m working on that
Booze what I’m craving I’m working on that long as the work isn’t hurting my sack
It’s perfect in fact how I’m working these raps beat the beat up til its purple and black
Purple and black on my shirt and my hat they heard I’m from sac and they heard that I rap
I aint got time for no bullshit I cut yo ass off with no hesitation
Sacramento needs a king and if you look around It better be Jason
Hop on the 80 and turn on da baby you already know where I’m headed to
Who do you owe when you get where you going there's no one that I am indebted to
I do this shit on my own
Bitch I got gold on my phone
Writing the Future in Writer P stuck in the past you can’t ride with me
Look at my lady she beautiful I got some tar on my cuticles
Cause I’m out here paving the way just give me some time and stay out the way
All we do is pop up and you know its wild
Man they got me feeling like the golden child
I aint know it then but I know it now
Everywhere we go bitch it’s going down
Golden got me feeling like I’m chosen
Fuck two twins like Olsen (Mhmm)
That shit get deep like ocean
Bitch I’m golden run through skies Like Odin (Xtra)
Place my bet they folding can you tell my heart is frozen
Have peace wit yo enemies make it right
Give em the opp and they’ll take ya life
Babies and mamas they pay the price
Bottom line stay safe at night
Parallel but we ain’t alike
Para sail on any wave I like
And while you carousel I’m aware as hell
And thats wack as hell that ain’t my type
Watchin my story thet lurking on that
Imitation is great but it’s never exact
Nine sixteen I represent sac succeeding no cap can’t go against that
The way that I snap got em thinking I’m strapped
Beat up the beat til it’s purple n black purple n black yeah I’m fuckin wit that
City of trees drop a pin on the map
I ain’t got time for the fuck shit let that ass go without even a lecture
Got that boy all in the zone got em watchin my throne better know that it’s Xtra’s
Hop the 50 n throw on some 50 Im smashin my whipper all thru the city
I am a tyrant u waking the giant you fuck with the coolest I’m super litty
I do this shit own my own only answer when doe on the phone
I’m makin a penny they greener with envy but hatin I’ll never condone
There they go smell they cologne my flex Sylvester Stallone
That’s means that it’s strong do my due diligence shine n I’m gone
All we do is pop up and you know its wild
Man they got me feeling like the golden child
I aint know it then but I know it now
Everywhere we go bitch it’s going down
Golden got me feeling like I’m chosen
Fuck two twins like Olsen
That shit get deep like ocean
Bitch I’m golden run through skies Like Odin
Place my bet they folding can you tell my heart is frozen

Jason
See all these people I fake a smile
Give em an inch and they’ll take a Mile
Who’s making sure that I’m safe and sound
I get it done while yall play around
Alone in the stu while I lay it down
Cause I aint got patience for lazy clowns
Stay up the Hill I just came to town
Locate the opps and I paint the town
I aint got patience I’m working on that keep blowing my savings I’m working on that
Booze what I’m craving I’m working on that long as the work isn’t hurting my sack
It’s perfect in fact how I’m working these raps beat the beat up til its purple and black
Purple and black on my shirt and my hat they heard I’m from sac and they heard that I rap
I aint got time for no bullshit I cut yo ass off with no hesitation
Sacramento needs a king and if you look around It better be Jason
Hop on the 80 and turn on da baby you already know where I’m headed to
Who do you owe when you get where you going there's no one that I am indebted to
I do this shit on my own
Bitch I got gold on my phone
Writing the Future in Writer P stuck in the past you can’t ride with me
Look at my lady she beautiful I got some tar on my cuticles
Cause I’m out here paving the way just give me some time and stay out the way
All we do is pop up and you know its wild
Man they got me feeling like the golden child
I aint know it then but I know it now
Everywhere we go bitch it’s going down
Golden got me feeling like I’m chosen
Fuck two twins like Olsen (Mhmm)
That shit get deep like ocean
Bitch I’m golden run through skies Like Odin (Xtra)
Place my bet they folding can you tell my heart is frozen
Have peace wit yo enemies make it right
Give em the opp and they’ll take ya life
Babies and mamas they pay the price
Bottom line stay safe at night
Parallel but we ain’t alike
Para sail on any wave I like
And while you carousel I’m aware as hell
And thats wack as hell that ain’t my type
Watchin my story thet lurking on that
Imitation is great but it’s never exact
Nine sixteen I represent sac succeeding no cap can’t go against that
The way that I snap got em thinking I’m strapped
Beat up the beat til it’s purple n black purple n black yeah I’m fuckin wit that
City of trees drop a pin on the map
I ain’t got time for the fuck shit let that ass go without even a lecture
Got that boy all in the zone got em watchin my throne better know that it’s Xtra’s
Hop the 50 n throw on some 50 Im smashin my whipper all thru the city
I am a tyrant u waking the giant you fuck with the coolest I’m super litty
I do this shit own my own only answer when doe on the phone
I’m makin a penny they greener with envy but hatin I’ll never condone
There they go smell they cologne my flex Sylvester Stallone
That’s means that it’s strong do my due diligence shine n I’m gone
All we do is pop up and you know its wild
Man they got me feeling like the golden child
I aint know it then but I know it now
Everywhere we go bitch it’s going down
Golden got me feeling like I’m chosen
Fuck two twins like Olsen
That shit get deep like ocean
Bitch I’m golden run through skies Like Odin
Place my bet they folding can you tell my heart is frozen

Writer(s): William McClain
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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