Golden Chyld Ras Kass

Haha... (golden child)
Yeah, ahh, ahh, yeah, is you wit me?
Whattup? Y'all done forgot about lil' ole me?
Y'all don't love me no mo'?
It's all good... all my real rowdy niggas
All my real niggas ride witcha boy one time
Ahh...

[Verse 1]
Lyrically, I smoke whoever it may concern
Even wearing a 21 milligram patch of NiCoDerm
Been broke before; ain't nuttin new
But ain't nuttin never knew me not to say 'fuck you'
So had my nuts not grew - I'd still hang in the streets
With lil' niggas who still bang just to eat
Bang with the heat - the waterproof spit blazes
To give y'all niggas the business like the yellow pages
Enter the dark ages, enter and spark stage
For whatever wages, until I'm famous
For resurrecting archaic language
And for saying, "Same shit, different toilet..."
The game ain't about who talented
It's about who soundscannin
Now them same clowns maddened (peep game)
Go figure, lyricist of the year is a white boy
And the greatest golfer; a confused nigga