CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Golden Child

Genie, you killed this
Half way in the door, I told bro and them to stop door locking
Million streams in got me watching the ones I'm close to

Golden child, I speak for the trench, golden child, I keep it real
Suffering collect calls, spent a dub on secures
Spent a quarter on guns, really havin' these funds
Never leaving my gun, I know this sh*t can get ugly
Brought a Lamb' through the trenches, backseat filled with them killers
Drove that bit' with no tint, think I don't find it legit
Lego piece in my stick, shoot that b*t*h, I won't miss
Sat in the dark for so, so long, I wasn't even mad 'cause I was gettin' cash

Way better f**ked up last time, I gotta make this time count
I was just dead broke, sleeping on the floor with them racks stuffed in my mattress
I go hook up on the 'Gram, hurt a n***a feelings with all this cash
You can run, but you can't hide, blow that Drac' right at your spine
Nike skis and all black pullovers, made the murder rate skyrocket
F**k a n***a main ho by accident, double back and I hit her on purpose
That savage sh*t just envy, made them savages come get you
You gon' die tryna play middle man, pick a side, stand on business
N***as bleed how I bleed, it ain't no man that I fear
Twenty-four karat shinin' bright, tell them pu**y, "Pick an area"
Shoot first, ask questions last, you wanna be here or later?
Must understand what I show for, nobody know what I go through
Fell deep in my cup, tell Lamar I miss her
But just scrolling on Insta, landed right on our picture
Smoke, I pressin' the issue, Jack creep up and get 'em
Out the window we spill 'em, out the window we drill 'em

Golden child, I speak for the trench, golden child, I keep it real
Suffering collect calls, spent a dub on secures
Spent a quarter on guns, really havin' these funds
Never leaving my gun, I know this sh*t can get ugly
Brought a Lamb' through the trenches, backseat filled with them killers
Drove that bit' with no tint, think I don't find it legit
Lego piece in my stick, shoot that b*t*h, I won't miss
Sat in the dark for so, so long, I wasn't even mad 'cause I was gettin' cash
Dead broke, taking notes like I can't fall off again
Not a dollar to my name, had to run it up again
So everything come with this life, you know I'm thuggin'
I'm the f**kin' golden child, them young n***as gon' step for me
Golden child one of the ones, golden child take care the trenches
Golden child don't f**k with fakes, golden child f**k with the real
Ain't felt love in a minute, when is the love real?
When is the love fake? I seen many turn fake

Golden child, I speak for the trench, golden child, I keep it real
Suffering collect calls, spent a dub on secures
Spent a quarter on guns, really havin' these funds
Never leaving my gun, I know this sh*t can get ugly
Brought a Lamb' through the trenches, backseat filled with them killers
Drove that bit' with no tint, think I don't find it legit
Lego piece in my stick, shoot that b*t*h, I won't miss
Sat in the dark for so, so long, I wasn't even mad 'cause I was gettin' cash