RHOME - Golden Boy (Freestyle)

No, No, No, this ain't no subtle elegance, bitch, I been the elephant in every room I ever been
Think I'm tricking? Check again
Ask the nigga checking in who send a couple texts and ask Macc to cut the check again
Achoo, God bless, thank you Jesus, I was blessed again
Looking for me? Check the pen 'cause I been sitting in these bars like I'm doing ten to twenty-five
Stayed alive, came for mine, doubled up that double, turned that quarter to a ten
It's the return of the Macc, y'all, and I got a Four Seasons in my backyard
Springtime King, bitch
Summertime Lover, hoe
Never Fall-back Black Berry, I don't fuck with snow
Always had to hustle though, ain't afraid to tussle, hoe
Westside baby found my brook like I'm Russell bro
And I wasn't born by the river but I made it there
Daddy said if I didn't have it, I should take it there
I can't blame these greedy niggas tryna make it there, shit
You put me in Eve's shoes and I would take a pair
I won't, let you have a picture, you could take a stare
Watch my fly ass elevate while these niggas take the st—
Bitch, I'm cool, calm, and collecting the funk that's been resurrected
Word to Kung Fu Kenny, the greatest to 'scape the Section
Eighty gave me the lesson not to pay these niggas attention
This the Ronald Regan Era, so please watch where your head is
Sorry not sorry if I offended, I'm Booking niggas like Devin my game is very offensive
My name is very impressive
My chain is very expensive
Sit, back, relax, enjoy the birth of a legend
Deploy the words of the reverend who told you put down the weapon
Take a minute to get it, then life changed in a second
Mics blaze when I step in the booth and I choose the truth
The first broke nigga to find leaves and choose the roots
Plant the seeds that reach the roof, believe me cause I'm the proof
Oh, I ain't seen it all? Well then, I guess that makes two
Niggas waiting to catch the three going home after school
Better get there be'four granny give high fives with her shoe
Streetlights came on, yeah nigga, we're screwed
How many niggas it take to change a future? Just you
Just me, God please, it's just some shit I got to do
'Cause I been the Golden Boy and now I'm here to spread the news, nigga

Written by:
Roman McGee

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