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osyris - golden child lyrics

[intro]
you already know what it is my n-gga!
i’ve been doing this sh-t for too long
i been letting n-ggas know what it is
but i think it’s time i let n-ggas know how i’mma truly blow up
word up yo!

[verse]
uh, straight outta yonkers, sh-t i’m east coast repping in the setting
man i’m letting n-ggas get schooled off what they getting
and i ain’t hating dog i’m saying
history is in the making
said i suck over twitter?
boy you’re sadly mistaken
me and the music related like eli and peyton
and all these lame n-ggas planning to blow, but a n-gga inflating
said i’m p-ssed off man
like where the f-ck are my fans?
when i see the chance on the streets
i’mma give him the hands
like why you ran for so long, for years i been writing songs
you f-cking p-ssy -ss n-gga, put yaself in a thong
cause you talking with ya -ss out
let a n-gga profit, i’m a prophet
stop the gossip, f-ggot n-ggas in the closet
like narnia n-gga, cause you nothing but a pale b-tch
and i’m the goat n-gga, that’s some greatest of all-time sh-t
i’m f-cking stoked my n-gga, cause you hoes my n-gga
dressing in some colored pants, toms, and a bow young n-gga
i’m black tee, gold chains, js, and some jeans
you n-ggas lost ya mind like an addict at the age of 17
but f-ck the dress code dog, i gotta grind and get mushy
gotta take my standards as high as they mothaf-cking could be
i’mma make it word up, i need more people to push me
and i put that on everything like paris hilton’s p-ssy
i’m fired up mothaf-cka, tell me where is my pyro
hotter than cairo b-tch my heat goes where ever i go
like lebron and wade, homies better play in caution
you n-ggas celebrating, ya f-ggots straight up chris boshing
throwing champagne on ya face, you ain’t working hard enough
i ain’t got time to celebrate or think about the f-cking trust
cause a n-gga dropping rhymes that hit harder than l-st
baby girl remember me? i took out the u in us now i’m left with the s, so i’mma put it on my chest
save the rap game and appreciate whatever is left
it’s me mothaf-cka, osyris the god, the golden child has spoken now you n-ggas get back on ya job
said it’s me mothaf-cka, osyris the god, the golden child has spoken now you n-ggas get back on ya job, word up

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