Golden

I realize it's very hard for you to take in But it's a destiny to find a golden child Oh, you're a golden, May And it's sure destiny to see some serious psychiatric help Child of God I'm chosen Both my heart and wrist is golden Put the city on my shoulders Bet I hold it Omar Boulden Check my soul I never sold it Push the motor like I stole it Smashing like I'm on the run Shit I got to feed my sons Lately I been functioning where I don't got to bring a gun I just operate in royalty look how the kingdom come Henny this ain't Rican rum I want weed she want fun She love how I stay in motion And my spirit gets her open 'Cause I'm golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Beautiful you're goldеn Check my skin it's golden Check within it's goldеn, yeah Told my moms I'd be the greatest ever like an omen For agreements I'm impeccable with every word that's spoken If you shining on your haters clap yours hands if you know it I.E. Riverside to the Toe they pistol toting R.I.P. TC Loc Hoe I feel like Randy Colton Lost my nigga had to cherish all my family moments My Uncle banged Colton but them boys just killed my bro And I be can't moving around too loosely Nah niggas won't catch me loafing 'Cause I'm golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Beautiful you're golden Check my skin it's golden Check within it's golden, yeah We pop shit Only hot shit Bleed a block quick Her legs in the air that's what I call a drop kick Word to Zion word to Bron girl you top pick, yeah You're golden, don't you be discreet The you way you help a king be king You should start holding meet and greets You throw that back like TBT You're beauty is what feeds the streets You watch your shape You eat your greens Your mama made a queen Girl, you're golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Beautiful you're golden Check my skin it's golden Check within it's golden, yeah Child of God I'm chosen Both my heart and wrist is golden Put the city on my shoulders Bet I hold it Omar Boulden Check my soul I never sold it Push the motor like I stole it Smashing like I'm on the run I'm just tryin' to beat the sun Love your woman like your mother Gems I gotta teach my son Learned in life that I'm responsible for all that he becomes Turn up till the reaper comes Pretty girls just want fun She loves how I stay in motion And my spirit gets her open Because I'm golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Beautiful you're golden Check my skin it's golden Check within it's golden, yeah Hahahaha You know Look at the skin Look at my skin, beam of the sun, like it's doing Gotta be gold