Lyrics Golden - Brian Fresco , Jasmine Guerrero

Yeah
Is this the beginning or is it the end?
I don't, I don't really know
It may be, it may be be both
Yeah

I just want to thank everybody who ever listened
And I wrote this to show my mom
Like, "Mom, I finally finished, I finally did it"
You see, they see me now
They scream my songs in crowds
Crowded VIP sections
And white women sippin' brown
Maybe a climax, maybe an ending
We never know when life's beginning
The world keeps spinnin'
So, boy, put somethin' up for your children
Handle business
Walk with angels, pray for better livin'
Know them demons testin'
Nothing's giving
Golden livin', God my witness
And we're golden

So we golden
Gold and livin' life
Walk with angels by my side
See that devil, he behind
I've got glory on my mind
Golden
Gold and livin' life
Walk with angels by my side
See that devil, he behind
I've got glory on my mind

Glory on my mind
Goal completions, near future
Work ethic like I'm super future
Write my heart like cupid's shooters, aye
I might give Zion credit for this amusing music
Fuck it, I write a check like without you, I probably couldn't do it
Aye, I know my family pray
Swear I'mma start soon
But it's hard to sit down
When your room filled with drugs to move
Aye, but my angels got me
Call on Brittany, call on Rodney
Know they rockin', Ricky Bobby
When they see my music poppin'
Aye, golden
Aye, golden
Aye, say we, say we
Livin' golden, aye
Say we, livin' golden, aye
Livin' golden, livin' golden, livin' golden

Said we golden
Gold and livin' life
Walk with angels by my side
See that devil, he behind
I've got glory on my mind
Golden
Gold and livin' life
Walk with angels by my side
See that devil, he behind
I've got glory on my mind

Just another case of the Mondays
No fun days
When you at the curacy buyin' a one-day to go parlay
And you pay for it with quarters
We grew up without no orders
But we just bang
No leaders anymore, we just got names
We got game, we got blood
But sometimes blood be thinner than water
Trust sink deeper than Titanic anchors fallin'
It hurts, but that's what happens when you test it
That's what happens when you reckless
And forget to count your blessings
But shit, Momma prayin' I'll see heaven
Hopefully, this life I'm livin' make the most of me
I want to live to see my son ride a ten-speed
Keep listenin' and maybe you'll succeed
I'm only speakin' facts
And I'll break my neck on every track
That I attack
Come catch my angle, homie
Catch my drift
You need a lift to feel the knowledge flowin'
My young niggas only think about scorin' points
Meaning bodies, like it's a sport
Well, shit's a hobby, but I can't stop 'em
Can only give advice
And speak to them through these studio mics
And hopefully, I can get to 'em
Hopefully we'll progress soon
Smoke until the stress move
But when the smoke clear, problems re-appear
So, it's a backwards cycle
Fuck a leader, fuck a role model
I don't need a title
Just a young nigga, tryin' to open prying to yours
Aye, aye

Said we golden (aye)
Gold and livin' life
Walk with angels by my side
See that devil, he behind
I've got glory on my mind
Golden
Gold and livin' life
Walk with angels by my side
See that devil, he behind
I've got glory on my mind