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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
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