Tha Golden Child

Right and wrong I been writing wrongs
Out here really tryna right my wrongs
Writing songs tryna right my wrongs
They been telling me I'm doing wrong
Like the shit right
Nigga Left or right
Same movement baby
Never stagnant always moving baby

I Got
4 to 5 niggas toting fires
Couple 9s' and some 45's
Catch your ass at your 9 to 5
Lacking on the job
We gone get 'em fired

5 to 5
I ain't getting tired
365
Putting in the time

24
7 in
7 figures countin begi

We ain't got to let the sentence end
Did a couple months up in the pin
39 was the sentencing
But I beat the charge
So the sentence end

Free them niggas locked up in the pin
Kodak
Kwon
And lil killa wig

All we tryna do is fucking win
In a world where we born to sin

Repent a sin
Then repeat the sin
Praying that we never see the end

All these boys turning into girls
Damn what happened to the fucking men

Guess they got lost goin down the road
Dorthy lion tryna scare the crow
Tap your feet baby count to tin
Man yellow bricks was the path I chose

M.O.B Bvby
Yea I'm tied in
Tied in with the tired niggas
Tired of all you lil lying niggas
Fuck your system and your lies nigga
Try a nigga

Fed up to the point
Dat the feds tryna come and cut our ties nigga

But ain't never cut the rope
When they was out here fucking tying niggas

We ain't never tellin lies nigga
Fuck a label
Fable
And a plug

Made myself the cable
And the plug

City never showed a nigga love

OvO
OOO nigga
Xs saying that I O em hugs

Fuck is up
Ridding round in a Bently truck
Countin plenty bucks

Odd ball
Such a ugly duck
Mother Goose
Laid a golden duck

Golden child
Out here going wild
Chosen rose
Sandra chose the flower

Roses never pick themselves baby
God told me share the wealth baby

Now I'm out here tryna help babies
Got damn Codeine going crazy