Golden Child (Radio)

When it's time to ride, betta pick a side, I aint gotta lie, we running outta time.

I put that on my life, you can see it in my eyes,

Tell my baby you ain't gotta cry, I pray to God he gonna make it right!

Back - like I never left, And I march- when its time to step, im in the trenches, no penny pension, done paved the way these millions.

Ima make it cool- to be cool again, im cross the way, so dont make me sin.

Either way, ima find out, where da hideout, you betta let me in.

Gotta goal in mind, with this golden eye, I'm the golden child, I'm the Goat now.

With this flow of mine, I float now, as I pledge allegiance to take this bow.

Boah Boah,

Ima double back this the double up, let it bubble up, when you sober up, this cobra kai in the cobra clutch.

What the fucks up, this a heads up, so heads up, cause I'm heading up.