The Golden Child 4 ft. J. Arrr Lyrics

Beautiful soliloquies, between myself, the microphone and beat, the holy trinity

Name's who's nicer you shitting me?

Oh that's how we starting it off ? Run it back

Beautiful soliloquies, between myself, the microphone and beat, the holy trinity

Name's who's nicer you shitting me?

The sky is where my ceiling be

So when I say I'm dropping the top, I came to rain/reign

And just blaze on beats, this a dynasty

Few who's left of a dying breed

Real is going extinct

And the fake be all in my reels, this shit is deeper than you think

I'm just getting my shit off, you gotta excuse the stink

I be venting to beats I know they could probably use a drink

Offloading all my stresses through records, release the pressure

Then put it on competition, y'all fronting like I ain't next up

Protect yourself from the neck up

Cuz when I aim these lyrics it's headshots for you rappers

Might scramble your brains for breakfast

Ron Artest with 16s, nigga I spit a meta verse

Thinking you can compete with me, homie gotta get better first

The truth in front your eyes, y'all refusing to face the facts

Drop a masterpiece like Hov in 04 then I fade to black (uh)

Oh wait he's back, like that itch that you couldn't scratch

Been trying to take a break but just find it hard to relax

I'm always flexing on y'all niggas, no plans to relieve the tension

Til the day y'all discussing y'all top 5s and my name get mentioned

I need that, this shit from the heart, you cut me I bleed that

Hop in the booth, I punch in and treat the beat like a speed bag

Stop the noise, everybody think they fit to give feedback

When I told y'all my goals years ago y'all didn't believe that

Its easy to see the talent if you scout performance

Turnt nonbelievers to devout supporters

Marian Hill, I be In The House recording

Still, comparing them to me like picking teams & debating on Eddie House or Jordan

My cloud's enormous, I'm reigning until it's flooded

Flip the subject, I'ma flood til my reign in the midst of public

Fuck dope, never take me in vain, I'ma different substance

But still don't ever mention my name if it's with reluctance

Y'all niggas tough but don't leave from the stoop

They talk smoke, I got the lungs of Khalifa & Snoop

Speaking the truth, the only thing I complete in the booth

Plus I could show you the ropes to compete with your noose

Keeping the fruits of my labor ripe til it's time for the harvest picking

Artists sick without a Future, they mark us/Marcus like Larsa Pippen

You tried to dance with the devil & lost your rhythm

I could spit a life sentence & charge you the cost of living, nigga