Текст песни Golden - PRICE
I
realize
it's
very
hard
for
you
to
take
in
But
it's
a
destiny
to
find
a
golden
child
Oh,
you're
a
golden,
May
And
it's
sure
destiny
to
see
some
serious
psychiatric
help
Child
of
God
I'm
chosen
Both
my
heart
and
wrist
is
golden
Put
the
city
on
my
shoulders
Bet
I
hold
it
Omar
Boulden
Check
my
soul
I
never
sold
it
Push
the
motor
like
I
stole
it
Smashing
like
I'm
on
the
run
Shit
I
got
to
feed
my
sons
Lately
I
been
functioning
where
I
don't
got
to
bring
a
gun
I
just
operate
in
royalty
look
how
the
kingdom
come
Henny
this
ain't
Rican
rum
I
want
weed
she
want
fun
She
love
how
I
stay
in
motion
And
my
spirit
gets
her
open
'Cause
I'm
golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Beautiful
you're
goldеn
Check
my
skin
it's
golden
Check
within
it's
goldеn,
yeah
Told
my
moms
I'd
be
the
greatest
ever
like
an
omen
For
agreements
I'm
impeccable
with
every
word
that's
spoken
If
you
shining
on
your
haters
clap
yours
hands
if
you
know
it
I.E.
Riverside
to
the
Toe
they
pistol
toting
R.I.P.
TC
Loc
Hoe
I
feel
like
Randy
Colton
Lost
my
nigga
had
to
cherish
all
my
family
moments
My
Uncle
banged
Colton
but
them
boys
just
killed
my
bro
And
I
be
can't
moving
around
too
loosely
Nah
niggas
won't
catch
me
loafing
'Cause
I'm
golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Beautiful
you're
golden
Check
my
skin
it's
golden
Check
within
it's
golden,
yeah
We
pop
shit
Only
hot
shit
Bleed
a
block
quick
Her
legs
in
the
air
that's
what
I
call
a
drop
kick
Word
to
Zion
word
to
Bron
girl
you
top
pick,
yeah
You're
golden,
don't
you
be
discreet
The
you
way
you
help
a
king
be
king
You
should
start
holding
meet
and
greets
You
throw
that
back
like
TBT
You're
beauty
is
what
feeds
the
streets
You
watch
your
shape
You
eat
your
greens
Your
mama
made
a
queen
Girl,
you're
golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Beautiful
you're
golden
Check
my
skin
it's
golden
Check
within
it's
golden,
yeah
Child
of
God
I'm
chosen
Both
my
heart
and
wrist
is
golden
Put
the
city
on
my
shoulders
Bet
I
hold
it
Omar
Boulden
Check
my
soul
I
never
sold
it
Push
the
motor
like
I
stole
it
Smashing
like
I'm
on
the
run
I'm
just
tryin'
to
beat
the
sun
Love
your
woman
like
your
mother
Gems
I
gotta
teach
my
son
Learned
in
life
that
I'm
responsible
for
all
that
he
becomes
Turn
up
till
the
reaper
comes
Pretty
girls
just
want
fun
She
loves
how
I
stay
in
motion
And
my
spirit
gets
her
open
Because
I'm
golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Golden
Beautiful
you're
golden
Check
my
skin
it's
golden
Check
within
it's
golden,
yeah
Hahahaha
You
know
Look
at
the
skin
Look
at
my
skin,
beam
of
the
sun,
like
it's
doing
Gotta
be
gold
1 F.R.E.E. On Evans Street
2 Golden
3 Grown Folk Business
4 Rank
5 Amistad
6 Issue
7 Medals
8 Bad Dreams
9 Score
10 Protected
11 Selfish
12 Said and Done
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