Golden Child Lyrics

Let them talk what they want talk
I will walk how I want walk
Anything they can't stop for all
Talk what they want talk
I will walk how I want walk
Walk what they want walk
I will talk what I want talk

Me have Jesus Christ for my cross
Burn fake friend, kill all crosses
Crosses
Fuckry gwaan and me tek heel off this
True, me say six man turn a target
Bredda, Malie
Them a hate pan we
Pussy them a hate pan we
Strong, I'm not a quitter
I was poor, I'm getting richer
Them a hate pan we
Fuck all of them, a hate pan we
Strong, I'm not a quitter
I was poor, I'm getting richer
6ix

Used to the floor, yeah, me used to be poor
Yeah, sweet bush to bush
Morning come and we yard look up everybody
That a something we used to
I was still a bungie lion and client
Every pier so we a walk go zone
When the money reach in the account, no tell me no fuckry
Man shoot you

Yeah, we bless fi real
Life now sweet like Nestle
Somebody tell me why them a envy me
Gone to you, now we take the lead
Pray fi life when them a wish death fi me
Send them wheel, but they're too seen
Fi make it out and uplift the ends fi real
When I left my steel, can't take which trip

Me have Jesus Christ for my cross
Burn fake friend, kill all crosses
Crosses
Fuckry gwaan and me tek heel off this
True, me say six man turn a target
Bredda, Malie
Them a hate pan we
Pussy them a hate pan we
Strong, I'm not a quitter
I was poor, I'm getting richer
Them a hate pan we
Fuck all of them, a hate pan we
Strong, I'm not a quitter
I was poor, I'm getting richer
6ix

Was born as a golden child
Clasp your hands and close your eyes
Pray for blessings and more life
You can see these flames in my eyes
A picture of me with the fire when me outside
Spiritual back clean and theme in a fight
South Africa fire light in a strike
Trump hypocrite, jump parasite

Blessings, blessings, blessings
Blessings, blessings, blessings
Blessings, blessings, blessings
Blessings, blessings, blessings
Me have Jesus Christ for my cross
Burn fake friend, kill all crosses
Crosses
Fuckry gwaan and me tek heel off this
True, me say six man turn a target
Bredda, Malie
Them a hate pan we
Pussy them a hate pan we
Strong, I'm not a quitter
I was poor, I'm getting richer
Them a hate pan we
Fuck all of them, a hate pan we
Strong, I'm not a quitter
I was poor, I'm getting richer
6ix

Like Jamaican bread
Shaped by fire and pressure, he was built through struggle, molded by every trial
And now it is clear to anyone watching
The golden child was born not into comfort, but into purpose
To rise, to shine, and to remind the world what resilience truly looks like
Blessings, blessings, blessings