Hype - The Golden Child Lyrics

Yo as I walk through the valley of the shadows of death
They see this fire in my eyes so they showing respect
I'm a beast but nah they didn't believe me
These rappers a waste of air, they can't survive under pressure, so I left em barely breathing
I'm tryna get to the chicken raw like it's barely seasoned
Let me get a deal and I promise I'll be the best in business
They think I'm hot now? Wait and see... dawg I'm barely heated
Kill the beat, make sure everyone in the room is bearing witness
And I don't do forgiveness, I'm very careful
Cuz I know once money get involved a lot of friends can turn to leeches
They tryna get the fruits of my labor like sharecroppers
They don't get the picture I'm sending, let me Airdrop em
I'm hoping that you understand I'm spitting ether
Violating niggas and getting slapped with a misdemeanor
The shits get meaner, spitting like I'm toting the Nina
Leave a bloody scene in this studio, we gon need the cleaners
I ain't no gangsta I'm a hard rapper
But if you keep asking for smoke I'll f*ck around and give you lung cancer
Oh you musta thought this sweet? Well wrong answer!
Hit him in his nose, his head will make his body fall backwards
I paint a picture so vivid, that they could frame my rhymes up
Come catch the fade,I'm the barber, you'll get the perfect line up
Niggas crossed me, I moved quick I didn't wait on Karma
Now he wanna say I did him wrong, this nigga lying ya honor
And that's a verse for you niggas
The rap coroner dawg I might just bring a hearse for you niggas
Premeditated when I'm writing I'm a purposeful killer
Raise expectations like a son... like I'm nursing you niggas
Whoa... I can't slow down I'm in my own lane
Logical creative I work with both brains
Collateral damage done if I let it bang
Hit you and ya Patna next to you I got terrible aim
When I use gun bars it's usually metaphores
Stick to the mumble rap that's just what's better for him
They couldn't touch my talent if it hit em
We all sinners but for these wack rappers There's a special hell for em
I talk mad shit cuz I ain't average
You can't take flight with too much baggage
Said you was the king dawg what happened?
Parading with the crown until they snatched it
I want an all black fantom call it the Holy Ghost
Nightmares of dying broke somebody hold me close
The hustler say it's a million ways to get this shit
He even moving mass on Sunday mornings like a catholic
But he still the type that thinks that there's a heaven
Before he walk out the church he gotta dap the reverend
He asked me "God got love for a thug like me?"
If you grew up how I grew up you'd sell drugs like me
He said "I grew up dead broke I needed proceeds nigga
"Lost some homies to the streets that's why I pour this liquor
So many girls was having babies, they was growing seeds nigga
Ain't no peace so I gotta keep that chrome piece nigga"
It's known that it's money rules the nation
Hard to move clean when it pays to be dangerous
Looking at the top you gotta start off in the basement
You tryna make it out you gotta start off with some patience
Words cut deep like lacerations
I'm staying on point like exclamation
Gotta make the best of this journey in life
Ain't no taking more trips death is the final destination