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Golden Boy freestyle
Hip-Hop/Rap
Golden Boy freestyle was released on May 31, 2026 by 9345886 Records DK as a part of the album Golden child
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Release DateMay 31, 2026
Label9345886 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vice Gram
Vice Gram
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vice Gram
Vice Gram
Songwriter
Jaden n marshall
Jaden n marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Too Cold Productions
Too Cold Productions
Producer

Lyrics

Vice too cold.
Yeah
Golden Child shit
No hook, no break
Just talk to 'em
Ayy
Golden boy, but the road came muddy
Fit cost rent, but the heart still ugly
Bad lil' bitch tryna say she love me
I don't trust shit when the mood get lovely
Came from stress, now the wrist got frost
I ain't get lucky, I paid that cost
He talk big, but his whole wave soft
I don't bark online, I just walk shit off
Vice too cold, make the room get stiff
Two cups in, still don't miss my lift
She want love, I want head and a spliff
Then I'm gone by dawn, left smoke in the Lyft
I don't do fake hugs, I can smell that rot
I don't need new friends, I need one more drop
I don't need your ho, she already got caught
Tryna stare too long when I walked in the spot
Whole fit black like I came from the morgue
Chain got weight like I signed with the Lord
I don't pray for wins, I just kick down doors
And I still want more when the whole crowd roar
Racks in my denim, pain in the seam
Bad dreams turned into high-end jeans
I was dead broke, now the whip too clean
But the mind still dirty when I hit that lean
She said, "Vice, you changed," I said, "Finally"
Old me died, don't remind me
I was too damn real for the timing
Now I move like wealth with anxiety
I don't chase hoes, I let them choose up
I don't chase clout, I let racks prove up
He keep throwin' shade, tell him move up
Whole lotta broke talk, shut the room up
Ayy, golden boy with a cold-ass habit
If I want that bag, I go grab it
If I see that fake love, I go past it
If she throw it back, I might tax it
Mouth too slick, got her stuck on words
Bass too hard, make the curbside swerve
I done seen real pain, you just act disturbed
I don't fake trauma for a catchy verse
Gold on my neck, but it don't fix shit
Still got scars that the fit can't fit
Still get high when the thoughts get thick
Still can't sleep when the clock hit six
I was down bad, now they call me gifted
I ain't get help, I got up and shifted
Whole lotta hate got the boy uplifted
Turned one loss to a lifestyle ticket
She in my phone tryna ask where I'm at
I'm in the booth with a blunt and a stack
I don't text back when the vibe feel attached
I don't say sorry, I just vanish exact
Golden Child, but the child got rage
I don't want peace, I want backstage pay
I don't want love if it come with chains
I don't want friends that can't stand my name
Vice too cold, bitch, frostbite flow
Too much drip, got the floor on froze
Too much smoke, got the room on choke
Too much pain, but I made that gold
Written by: Jaden n marshall, Vice Gram
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