Tha Golden Child

Right and wrong I been writing wrongs Out here really tryna right my wrongs Writing songs tryna right my wrongs They been telling me I'm doing wrong Like the shit right Nigga Left or right Same movement baby Never stagnant always moving baby I Got 4 to 5 niggas toting fires Couple 9s' and some 45's Catch your ass at your 9 to 5 Lacking on the job We gone get 'em fired 5 to 5 I ain't getting tired 365 Putting in the time 24 7 in 7 figures countin begi We ain't got to let the sentence end Did a couple months up in the pin 39 was the sentencing But I beat the charge So the sentence end Free them niggas locked up in the pin Kodak Kwon And lil killa wig All we tryna do is fucking win In a world where we born to sin Repent a sin Then repeat the sin Praying that we never see the end All these boys turning into girls Damn what happened to the fucking men Guess they got lost goin down the road Dorthy lion tryna scare the crow Tap your feet baby count to tin Man yellow bricks was the path I chose M.O.B Bvby Yea I'm tied in Tied in with the tired niggas Tired of all you lil lying niggas Fuck your system and your lies nigga Try a nigga Fed up to the point Dat the feds tryna come and cut our ties nigga But ain't never cut the rope When they was out here fucking tying niggas We ain't never tellin lies nigga Fuck a label Fable And a plug Made myself the cable And the plug City never showed a nigga love OvO OOO nigga Xs saying that I O em hugs Fuck is up Ridding round in a Bently truck Countin plenty bucks Odd ball Such a ugly duck Mother Goose Laid a golden duck Golden child Out here going wild Chosen rose Sandra chose the flower Roses never pick themselves baby God told me share the wealth baby Now I'm out here tryna help babies Got damn Codeine going crazy