Quality Control
Golden Child
[Intro]
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

[Chorus]
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 shit 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 bitch, I won't miss
Sat in the dark for so, so long, I wasn't even mad 'cause I was gettin' cash

[Verse 1]
Way better fucked 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
Fuck a n***a main ho by accident, double back and I hit her on purpose
That savage shit 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 pussy, "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
[Chorus]
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 shit 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 bitch, I won't miss
Sat in the dark for so, so long, I wasn't even mad 'cause I was gettin' cash

[Verse 2]
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 fuckin' 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 fuck with fakes, golden child fuck 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

[Chorus]
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 shit 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 bitch, I won't miss
Sat in the dark for so, so long, I wasn't even mad 'cause I was gettin' cash