Golden Child
All Star
Bullets holes in Momma whip
7 chrome in my Momma couch
Watchin' the way I'm walking before they run in my Momma House
Baby bro with the problems, I promise he'll never talk it out
Grammar school I draw on the lines, was born to chalk them out
5-0's from the G-Unit in the raid van, but I seen through it
Got a deuce 5 and the skate highs, that was 10th grade back in 09'
Got a .45 soon as Big died, on the North side banging 65
I don't give passes, back-back and shyt-bag I'm shyt drastic
Piss-poor so I skip classes, still got on them Jays though
No problem nikka, I pop a nikka to get the shyt that he paid for
Brown bandana sittin' on my face, I'm a Yannc ho
Got a black bytch from Bompton down to spank hoes
Never hit the court room, stayin' with that Drake flow
Trying to get that Drake dough, livin' where he started at
Eight ain't got no hammer just blam 'em ain't gotta cock it back
Boy
Him and Earl the best lyricist in this current generation
