Golden Child Lyrics – Malie Donn

Read the full Golden Child lyrics by Malie Donn from the album The Golden Child along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Malie Donn’s music, you can also explore Live Life and Rated R, two other songs by Malie Donn.

Let them talk what they want talk
I will walk where I wanna walk
Talk what they wanna talk
I will walk when I wanna walk
Walk when I wanna walk
I will talk what I wanna talk

Me have Jesus Christ cross pan mi (Cross)
Bun fake friend, gyal a crosses (Crosses)
Fu*kry gwaan and me tek e loses
True me seh six, man tun a target
Bredda Malie

Dem a hate pan we
Pu*sy them a hate pan we
Strong, I’m not a quitter
I was poor, I’m getting richer
Dem a hate pan we
Fu*ka dem a hate pan we
Strong, I’m not a quitter
I was poor, I’m getting richеr

Used to the floor, yeah mе used to be poor
Yeah, sweet bush to (Bush)
(?) a come a we yard lock up everybody
That a something weh we used to
An we still a bang e line and client affi pay so we a wuk guzu
When the money reach inna di account, no tell me no fu*kry
Man shoot you

Yeah we bless fi real
Life nuh sweet like Nestle tea
Somebody tell me why dem a envy me
Count we out now we tek di lead
Pray fi life when them a wish death fi me
Seh dem real but dem deceive
Fi mek it out and uplift the ends fi real

Mi nuh left mi steel, cya tek mi trip

Me have Jesus Christ cross pan mi (Cross)
Bun fake friend, gyal a crosses (Crosses)
Fu*kry gwaan and me tek e loses
True me seh six, man tun a target
Bredda Malie

Dem a hate pan we
Pu*sy them a hate pan we
Strong, I’m not a quitter
I was poor, I’m getting richer
Dem a hate pan we
Fu*ka dem a hate pan we
Strong, I’m not a quitter
I was poor, I’m getting richer

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
Affi travel wid e fire when me outside
Spiritual battle me an demon a fight
Psalms 35 an lightning a strike
Tramp e hypocrite, trample parasite

Blessings, blessings, blessings
Blessings, blessings, blessings
Blessings, blessings, blessings
Blessings, blessings, blessings

Me have Jesus Christ cross pan mi (Cross)
Bun fake friend, gyal a crosses (Crosses)
Fu*kry gwaan and me tek e loses
True me seh six, man tun a target
Bredda Malie

Dem a hate pan we
Pu*sy them a hate pan we
Strong, I’m not a quitter
I was poor, I’m getting richer
Dem a hate pan we
Fu*ka dem 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, moulded 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