Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)
But radio ain't trying to follow suit
Kill in a movie sketch pay up or ya dead
Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check
For that paper, i'mma grind
And no bitch you're not with child,
I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind
Lyrics never tired they wont ever expire child
When it's repping time, i get on extra grind
And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child
And i'm still considered a child
Got an independent business mind
Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind
My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child
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