"Golden Child is the future. The past in him is the present. To you and the game, 'cause that's what it's been missing!" - Golden Child, "No Shades (Intro)"
"I be's the Golden Child. You'll never take a Chicagoan down. If you ain't knowin', then you knowin' now. Uh, the Go-Getter that's gettin' dough. And if you tell me money don't change you, then you need to be gettin' mo'. I'm, gettin' so used to the game. I'm everywhere, you never there, so get used to the name. Used to the pain, you get when I abuse the way, I stunt. 'Cause I'm everything you want. And everything you can ask for. As for, the streets, I still lay it down like it's asphalt. Uh, the beat's running out of breath, it needs to get its lungs up. Golden Child, Double up, we on the come up!" - Golden Child, "The Come Up"
"Back then, they didn't want me, but now that I'm Golden Child. They all got the nerve to tell me I owe them a child. But, I ain't no father figure. I need a good girl, one that won't take the commas out of my figures. Yeah, 'cause I'm a mogul. Like Jeri Lee, I'm on the go-go. MySpace-dot-com-slash-golden-since-84, so. You can message me, and listen to the Double Up mafio, so. Let me play catch up, it's been a minute. You and I were fed up, but never finished. You and I were partners, but never committed any crimes, 'till you wanted you and I, to be splitted. Uh, you are the Musiq to my Soul, Child. We goin' backwards, I'm tryin' to move foward, now. And towards, how. We sort of, vowed. To be, 'cause without you, there is no Golden Child." - Golden Child, "Good Girl"
"Golden Child, CEO mang. Double Up, known gang. Founded in the Go, and. You're in need of Rogaine. 'Cause I was a po, mang. Now I'm on the up and up. All you can do is pull your hair and ask, "What the fuck is up?" Yes, I'm stuntin' like my daddy. We, so ahead of the game, somethin' like the Jappy-nese. We, be, the team with the formula. To form moola. 'Cause I'm the ruler, like Slick Rick. And a Don, like Schula. You get your wig split, once it's in your head, like a tumor. Woo-sa, is what they sayin' now. 'Cause I'ma get rich until the day the lay me down. And I'ma make it rain now. Everyday, every night, and I'm so fly it's like they need to cape me down. So fuck you and pay me now. Not now, but right now! Because, (we don't play around!)" - Golden Child, "Double Up (We Don't Play Around)"
"Holla at ya boy, when you see the kid-did. Chicago fitted, bandana 'round my neck, wit' it. You dig it? I got it! You hit it? I rock it! You spit it, but I live it. I'm 'bout it. You window shop it. I Double Up so I got extra cream. Check out the swagger, it's extra mean. From head to toe, I stay extra clean. And you can ask your favorite rapper, I'm the next big thing. I, talk according to my walk, so it's expensive. We ain't seeing eye to eye, so just accept it. That everything I own, homie it's extensive. I got money, power, and I'm respected. And I'm a star, when you see me make a wish, and some. Girls that called me ugly, now call me handsome. You can't come, less you stuntin' correct. My money's like a pornstar, 'cause it's comin' correct!" - Golden Child, "Sunglasses Is A Must"
"You, made your own bed, you gotta lay in it. I wanted to be in it too, but there's no way in it. He won, I loss, I can't believe I'm sayin' it. Your cost is priceless, so I hope he's payin' it. You goin' that-a-way, can't believe it's happening. So our, story ain't, gonna have a happy ending. Nah, I don't think I can accept this. You, do what you gotta, and I'll try to respect, it. I feel neglected. Like you had said. So effected, by the things you had said. But I got to move on. Like a true don. And be cool, calm, and collected. And I don't know what else to say after all that. I don't have any choice but to fallback. And even though I can't have you. Remember nobody will ever, ever, ever be half you." - Golden Child, "Untitled"
"Cats remind me of novocain, I'm not feelin' 'em. After me, it's all over mang, my shots killin' em. Softly, like The Fugees. Just, for a few g's. 'Cause, you're some newbies. A rookie in the game, but I'm not an amateur. Hip-Hop's too mad at ya. So I had to make a pit stop, to further damage ya. 'Cause you're not, seein' me like I got camouflage in the, blood through the veins. 'Cause you love, what remains. Entertained, through insane ways, I spit at you dames. I'm a tyrant that's Thai, and. Tied with a flow that comes at ya like a hydrant. Hearin' them sirens? Fearin' them riots? Shit's nearin' them climates. Where I'm too hot, I don't want to look back. Headed for the top, look how I took rap. Under the spotlight, like how I shook cats. Cats hooked like cooked crack. Call me a crook that, has cash stacks to flash back rap. Down to the essence, beats and rhymes. Teach my steeze in each lesson. Listen when I preach, messin'. I'm just hear to speak a piece of my mind, I got a beast in my mind. Let the rhythm hit 'em!" - Golden Child, "Excuse My Swag"
To Be Continued...
