INFNTLP - The Golden Boy lyrics

[Verse 1] Hello America pardon the interruption Tryna make somethin in this world full of corruption With crooked cops and they bluffin they Superbad and Mclovin Tryna keep it truckin but losers lackin the trustin Still I hustle and bustle until I sprout The muscle to bounce the struggle, then I'm out On my way to make pay before mayday From kickin like Pele in pay less and eatin paydays Used to be like AKs, never jam So I spray spit to get on every mic stand Might land in Tokyo with Toriyama and fam Eatin tariyaki like Kobiyashi withstands Wanna hear my name in demand Wanna hear my name in demand Sayin you the man, a Dexter to Mandark Distracted by the double ds sippin on a land shark [Hook] But I keep on going Monday to Sunday keep on flowin Hopin one day that the people gon know him But I keep on going Through mundane Mondays one day I'll show em One day I'm golden [Verse 2] Hello America, welcome to verse two Let me see what these words do The powers in the purse and the purse is held by the p**y Maybe I'm talkin females or money that overlook me I'm a rookie, a pawn in front of kings Rollin L's in the night til the fat lady sings Skipped the bishop just a hic up in my path Of my queen and my cream and my dream of livin fast Lane, crash don't wanna be a lame a** So I trained my brain to unchain insane raps Hit em with another rhythm, til they shout my name Fresh Air and I'm here to get em, the money and the fame The honey like Winny, not for nuetrons Like Jimmy just layin on some futons Starin at the ceilin, seein Master P No limits on this Sistine masterpiece [Hook] [Verse 3] Hello America, pardon the distortion Give it a minute I'm foreboding First the snare triple hit as I try this missile spit Do it for the little kids who hear and try to riddle this Rhythm, I get em til the record skips Remember in the other verse the flow was effortless Now it's kinda difficult, rhyming just to fit the note Forgettin the reason why I'm even spittin dope When the beat has given up, why am I spittin tough Smitten by wicked stuff, probably gon stitch em up But I keep on goin, as I'm dying with sound Drag me through the ground so my body never found Forgotten as a no one, gettin shot by the shogun Nobunaga Oda, shreddin up this shonen Won't fade away like Yoda, I'm a force to be reckon But let me cool off for a second [Hook]