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letra de golden child - rob liberachi

[intro: superstar bandman as og, superstar bandman]
“bandman how old are you?”
“…20”
“man you’re young, you’re very young actually. according to your music you’ve been through a lot.”
“yeah i have, thats just how it go. but i’m still here.”
“well let the fans know what you been through but in deeper detail.”
“my n-gga you is not a therapist.”
“i know i know but you gotta vent to somebody and see you always have a lot of anger built up in you so why not.”
“alright man.”
“start from any in time in your life wherever you wanna start from.”

[verse]
life was hard growing up we was so poor
always had a lil something but we need more
remember when them n-ggas came they kicked in the door
walked up in the crib to everything on thе floor
stayed hoopin like hula boy thats all we had
hе a sperm donor i grew up without a dad
he ain’t want me n-gga ran away it made me sad
he was showing all these colors like he wearing plad
mama had to wash our clothes in the kitchen sink
we was wearing cheap coats while you wore a mink
had to sleep with one eye open boy like a wink
like a test man these raps they ah make you think
in middle school talked to girls and i got fried
like a game over screen boy you know i tried
need attention i was boostin boy you know i lied
seekin friends i come around and they always hide
call me ric flair i was wheelin dealin money stealin
you wouldn’t even know the feeling
n-gga i ain’t never squeelin
got the keys and banana clips i was key and peelin
bullets puttin holes in yo n-gga like he need a feelin
they bullied me in school, im the brokest in the room
dead out my mama womb, sweep his girl like a broom
got mo waves than a pool, ice got me feelin cool
handyman keep a tool, tryna play me like a fool
always speakin facts, n-gga ia never lie
thats yo x den im y, want the neck like a tie
bug cause im so fly, upped 7 like july
big bands caught her eye, spinach on me popeye
know some n-ggas keep techs on them like a screenshot
straps with the red dots, guns got the chickenpox
on my toes like socks, you a square i dont box
got the juice like motts, she on my heels like crocs
my hustle ain’t a door boy you can’t knock it
call the plug cold feet cause i gotta socket
election in high school n-ggas tryna mock it
n-ggas hit yo girl and they pass her like a bop it
light 25 get you ate up like a noodle
run up and im drawing guns call that c-ck a doodle
all these n-ggas searchin for me better try google
on that paper like spider-man on the daily bugle
he got robbed for that loud thats a hijack
never left the money n-gga i be right back
quit playin dumb you know where yo wife at
she a sink and my dawg had to pipe that
bro moving work, shooting like he trey burke
call of duty of a perc, run up then he gotta murk
money it came out the dirt, franklins on me like im kirk
cousins with me call me kirk, different angles like im kurt
this song like a car im the gas station
separate the real and fake call that segregation
k!llin n-ggas in these songs boy thats mutilation
my n-ggas drawin all these guns like a ill-stration
boy ain’t lookin at no watch but he facin time
wanna make it to the top but i gotta climb
you too old to be broke boy you out yo prime
2017 if you broke that should be a crime
whip a n-gga for that cream like a mcflurry
brody doing n-ggas dirty, shootin n-ggas call him curry
puttin n-ggas on that gurney, he gone need a new attorney
bout it n-gga don’t you worry, all dese hunnids got bout 30
now his baby gettin flirty, run her like demarco murray
diamonds make her vision blurry, swervin like im in a hurry
ballin like a hit a birdie, fallin naw i keep it st-rdy
keep on buffies like im nerdy, hit me up like whats the wordy
9th grade n-ggas hit a l!ck on all my clothes
only got what i had on keep it on the lows
i ain’t cry about it n-gga i was on my toes
kept my mouth close you a speaker like you work bose
thanksgiving in the car and im lookin fly
doin 90 on the way see me speeding by
spinning out i told myself im bouta die
jesus in the car with me n-gga i won’t never lie
i told this n-gga baby to get off my nuts
i put that cheese on his head call that pizza hut
n-ggas know i ain’t no barber but im super cut
cost a g put u on a t, n-gga thats a gut
n-ggas know i been the man, used to eat out a can
chop you up jackie chan, shoot you up taliban
moneypak gotta scam, she a dodge gotta ram
this a scam no mam, instagram got a ham

- rob liberachi

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