I realize it's very hard for you to take in
But it's a destiny to find a golden child
Oh, you're a golden, May
And it's sure destiny to see some serious psychiatric help
Child of God I'm chosen
Both my heart and wrist is golden
Put the city on my shoulders
Bet I hold it Omar Boulden
Check my soul I never sold it
Push the motor like I stole it
Smashing like I'm on the run
Shit I got to feed my sons
Lately I been functioning where I don't got to bring a gun
I just operate in royalty look how the kingdom come
Henny this ain't Rican rum
I want weed she want fun
She love how I stay in motion
And my spirit gets her open
'Cause I'm golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Beautiful you're goldеn
Check my skin it's golden
Check within it's goldеn, yeah
Told my moms I'd be the greatest ever like an omen
For agreements I'm impeccable with every word that's spoken
If you shining on your haters clap yours hands if you know it
I.E. Riverside to the Toe they pistol toting
R.I.P. TC Loc
Hoe I feel like Randy Colton
Lost my nigga had to cherish all my family moments
My Uncle banged Colton but them boys just killed my bro
And I be can't moving around too loosely
Nah niggas won't catch me loafing
'Cause I'm golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Beautiful you're golden
Check my skin it's golden
Check within it's golden, yeah
We pop shit
Only hot shit
Bleed a block quick
Her legs in the air that's what I call a drop kick
Word to Zion word to Bron girl you top pick, yeah
You're golden, don't you be discreet
The you way you help a king be king
You should start holding meet and greets
You throw that back like TBT
You're beauty is what feeds the streets
You watch your shape
You eat your greens
Your mama made a queen
Girl, you're golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Beautiful you're golden
Check my skin it's golden
Check within it's golden, yeah
Child of God I'm chosen
Both my heart and wrist is golden
Put the city on my shoulders
Bet I hold it Omar Boulden
Check my soul I never sold it
Push the motor like I stole it
Smashing like I'm on the run
I'm just tryin' to beat the sun
Love your woman like your mother
Gems I gotta teach my son
Learned in life that I'm responsible for all that he becomes
Turn up till the reaper comes
Pretty girls just want fun
She loves how I stay in motion
And my spirit gets her open
Because I'm golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Beautiful you're golden
Check my skin it's golden
Check within it's golden, yeah
Hahahaha
You know
Look at the skin
Look at my skin, beam of the sun, like it's doing
Gotta be gold