GOLDEN CHILD

B-boy Fidget - Golden Child (Official Lyrics) Chorus: I just wanna get real fly Fill the cup, blow the weed outside Niggaz hatin' bring the heat outside Bitches love me when they see me smile Momma said "hey son I'm proud" Keep doing your thing right now Keep doing your thing right now Cuz you are the golden child Verse 1: Ok I guess i'm back on it No cap, but I had to put the tax on it Every verse nigga gotta put the racks on it I don't do the broke rap gigs, that's honest I don't do the hatin' ass shit, that's drama I don't wanna lie to my chick, that's karma Legend in my hometown, yes I'm honored Now I'm trying to hit the whole world, no condom Talking Part (Verse 1): "I mean you know, it's cool to be a hometown hero don’t get me wrong, but you know, I got bigger plans baby. Let’s take this shit coast to coast, sea to sea..., you gon’ see”. Verse 1 Cont’d: 9 month campaign made me a monster And it’s sponsored by the best ganja 5 bad bitches in my bed in pajamas Dim the lights, I'm a do what I wanna Sweat it out turn the room to a sauna No lobster, for you, chimichanga You gotta rep my gang for the longest You gotta rep my gang like you want this! Chorus: I just wanna get real fly Fill the cup, blow the weed outside Niggaz hatin' bring the heat outside Bitches love me when they see me smile Momma said "hey son I'm proud" Keep doing your thing right now Keep doing your thing right now Cuz you are the golden child Verse 2: As I lift my wrist as I'm sippin' prosecco She looking at the watch, and the bezel She's not a little thot from the ghetto Smart in the mental, told her I'd be gentle Laid back, I don't even have an issue Blow me, you don't even need a tissue Haha...see I got you laughing now, yeah, what we trying to get into? I'm a boss with a good sense of humor Plus the pheromones, and the fumes up And that good Seattle weed too clutch Fill up a glass, and then scoot up Let's toast to us and then go up Let's take a trip where there's no one Go and bring your friends it'd be mo' fun To never Neverland, we don't grow up Let's plant some seeds and then grow something But not now, right now I'm a road runner I gotta get it, I don't care if the snow coming They wanna see Young Fidge, so the show coming I'm out here with a stick like Paul Bunyan Hella ice on my neck like Cool Runnings I got an A-Team here, nigga who running? I'm just saying if you really wanna do something Chorus: I just wanna get real fly Fill the cup, blow the weed outside Niggaz hatin' bring the heat outside Bitches love me when they see me smile Momma said "hey son I'm proud" Keep doing your thing right now Keep doing your thing right now Cuz you are the golden child