GOLDENCHILD:EP

I know I’m not here to stay, 
Make a mark before I reach the pearly gates.
May this lighter light my way, 
bring back the spark,
I got a bad habit leaving myself in the dark 
So I’m pushing to the limit,

My brothers woulda did it,

No second guessing or stressing on where they’re heading.

All my dead homies be offended see me move like this, 
I gotta take my hits to the chin.

choose the life, you gotta live in purpose, 
thought that swimming in strife will wash away the burden,
expected flying kites I’m up against the serpent,
now, 
Hear the slither in the shadows know his demons lurking.

walking on eggshells while wearing my war boots, 
this pain held been dealt by war troops,
I eat magazine shells, 
I spit out the cold truth, 
Wanna retreat, 
but It’s not what i’ve been ordered to do,

middle name maker, something like a creator,
my father knew my words would carry weight like a freighter,

Yeah I’ve always been the golden child,
Grew up,
got a lot on top my shoulders now,
 
try to give up every second, see family proud,
shooting for my goals, but they guarding me from out of bounds,

in the parking lot, 
talking, “niqqa hit your target now”

huh

mentality Kobe,
I rule.
can’t overthrow me,
I know I’m.

I know I’m not here to stay, make a mark before I reach the pearly gates.
May this lighter my way, 
bring back the spark,
I got a bad habit leaving myself in the dark,
So I’m pushing to the limit,

My brothers would of did it.

No second guessior stressing on where they’re headed.

My dead homies be offended see me move like this,
I gotta take my hits to the chin.

Know that I will.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Know that I WILL.)

No other option I’m the Golden Child.

LIGHT MY WAY (PROD. UNLUCKY)

What If I’m the enemy?
What if, I’m the one putting hurdles ahead of me, 
What if I’m the missing link and I’m just scared all my broken pieces gon fall off.
and change my polarity,
seeking for clarity,
pole jumping,
Reaching heights I barely can see, 
Road running, 
Beep beeping through beams,
I Feel my soul coming, 
Loose I gotta hold something.

I’m so tired in this bitch i wasted whole summers,
Ducking dodging everything I feel like roadrunner,
Got buddha for the pain I might go under,
Feel I might go insane.
All these voices in my brain.

got me walking through the abyss,
I feel staggered as shit,
tightroping on the edge,
Now my hands on the cliff,

I’m-
worried imma fall,
tho I know I gotta make it, 
Standing tall, but I slipped,

then my memory faded I guess I let go, 

Thought I found my way but all of my mistakes are weighing heavy on me,
Thought I found my way, all of my mistakes, 
Are weighing heavy on me.
Can’t even get out of bed paper weight to my sheets,
been fighting Bruin battles since a yute like khabib,
Rats, biting at my feet on my route, to the cheese.
I thought this was life was easy?

What else they fail to teach me?
could hold a grudge but it never appeases,
gotta put in my 10, 000 I’m running on beaches.

To at least keep my message alive, 
Pray my words never do die, 
Loopy introduce me to a few things I’m keeping inside.

Day run away with my pride.
Can’t seem to find my smile,
I feel like i’m going wild,
Struggling I’m…
Supposed to be the Golden Child.

(supposed to be the Golden Child.)

*DUB*
I
I’m Struggling I 
I’m struggling I, 
I’m struggling I, 
Though I’m Struggling I.

I
I’m Struggling I 
I’m struggling I, 
I’m struggling I, 
Though I’m Struggling I.

OHHH (PROD. TEE8)

The pressure on me like a cheap hat,
It can fall at any moment, i can see that,
Carving out a message for who messing with the feedback. 
tell the ops send an addy we can meet at,
know imma put the, 

rap game on a freeze pack,
If you ain’t on my side then niqqa get back,
need some ice on my neck when i get these racks,
Wrist a different typa face, siamese cat.

(They want me to feel the pressure)
father time turned to a two toned rolly,
can’t afford to waste a second needa keep on growing,
telling shordie i’m a rooster with the big wings boeing,
she screaming hallelujah when i get her going aii when i start flowing ik you feel it,

between giving up and dying tell me the difference,
cops gon kill a niqqa because of his pigment,
so Imma turn it up to the limit fuck being timid,

on this,
untrotten path,
imma know where to go,
keep my,
head to the sky as above so below,
I gotta follow ancient code,
sacred laws i been told.
In these bars that i wrote, you see the road to the goat,

Feel the,

Pressure on me like a cheap hat,
It can fall at any moment, i can see that,
Carving out a message for who messing with the feedback. 
tell the ops send an addy we can meet 
know Imma put the,

rap game on a freeze pack,
If you ain’t on my side then niqqa get back,
need some ice on my neck when i get these racks,
Wrist a different typa face, siamese cat.
put the,
rap game on a freeze pack,
uh uh uh

You talking shit or speaking down then repeat that.

niqqa repeat that.
uHH.

*Some kind of quote like*
“The only enemy is yourself, get out of your won way.”

“B-But hey what if, you’re the enemy ?”
“What do you mean”
“Like what if it’s you?”
“Um excuse me?”
“Bro...what if you’re the op?”
“How would i be my own op what the fuck are you even talking about?”

SIAMESE CAT (PROD RAPSODY3000)

Mind racing,
my tounge could never keep with the pace, 
reason why I keep my thoughts on a page, 
Vice grip my vocals, won’t define my place, 
I’ve worn many types of masks to disguise my face,
that’s BC,

Before covid synchronized our pain I was a scary lil niqqa tryna find my way, 
Now I’m a stepper who can paint they fate,
Baschiats all on my yacht in a few decades, 
like the pendulum swing.

I’m gon keep it on track,
And If I’m moving offbeat I’m gon get it right back,
The demons aiming fa me but I got beam attached, 
You got blessings you got problems trouble come hand in hand.

Man man man man man

My book of life is like divine text, 
I been in the trenches scraping pages like it’s Pyrex, 
Since I was born, 
had an ego that defy death, 
wait till I’m like, 
typa Rari should I buy next.

Can’t wear a watch cause they always tell me I’m timeless,
Wonder how I make the impossible so compliant,
Magnitude level gravity got me flying,
pressure from every area made a diamond,

Huh.

Shining lickety split, missing he never remit, 
Elephant eye see the prize and he never forgets,
like a farmer or an author how I’m picking the plot, 
Closed fist, my chin rest, 
niqqa who woulda thought.

Refugee my family all these hurdles ahead of me, 
(Got new) Question after question God putting a test on me,
(Lately) Skipping on the lessons, lately I just want my peace,
looking out the window daydreaming to the east.

My book of life is like divine text, 
I been in the trenches scraping pages like it’s Pyrex, 
Since I was born,
had an ego that defy death, 
wait till I’m like, 
What typa Rari should I buy next

cause imma be the one you see,
Imma be the one you see,

Name go down in history, birth of a star you see,
believe in me,
i’ll show em.

I,I, built myself a boat like Noah,
Slide on beats like Boas,
Every, one of my songs hit Rocky Balboa,  
birth of a star you see, Imma blow no nova,
believe in me i’ll show em.

I
built myself a boat like Noah,
Slide on beats like Boas,
Every one of songs hit Rocky Balboa,  
birth of a star you see Imma blow no nova,
believe in me i’ll show em.
Ah Ah Ah, AHahahhhhhh
Ah Ah Ah, AHahahhhhhh

Ah Ah Ah, AHahahhhhhh
Ah Ah Ah, AHahahhhhhh

BOOK OF LIFE (PROD. PROTAGANIST)

They tell me I’m insane I separate from the mass,
Fork in the road I take the loneliest path,
In this life I learned the bushes burn and put you to task, 
Even Moses had stutter and God gave him the staff.

Middle name maker something like a creator, 
mama knew my words would carry weight like a freighter,
Never afraid of nothing, 
I’ve stared evil in the face,
Walked him up to heavens gate confessed he was bluffing.

I got the Horus eye,
Intuition never missing never mortified,
Kingship in my DNA I’m too inclined,
Vision a hunnit no magnify,
Manifest my destiny without the genocide.

Golden Child, 
Golden Child, 
Golden Child.

Smart like you born again,
But now I think you going wild,
You way too radical okay you gotta slow it down.
Don’t act fanatical niqqa just blend in with the crowd.

they saying.
Golden Child, 
Golden Child, 
Golden Child.

Smart like you born again,
But now I think you going wild,
You way too radical okay you gotta listen now.
Don’t be fanatical niqqa just blend in with the crowd.

There is several parentheses around my human nature,
I been finding my identity,
in a thoughtless abyss,
My purpose on papyrus in Pyramids,
still deciphering the pages that my soul written in.

huh

I’m barley fitting in to what they have in store,
Imma goldilocks until I find the perfect match for sure,
Out the box,

they tryna put me in it,
With my, skin and these locs,

they want my ass in prison,
So the police the ops,

fear us for the melanin,
we powerful gods,
pigs pressed our dna like a star,

we the first people ever we been connected from start,
you won’t pick the life up outta won’t pick me apart,

Though God the choreographer, don’t step on her toes.
Think I got a perfect plan, until my back on the rope, 
And a break in my nose, often that’s how it go, 
Still I’m picking this road ain’t afraid to walk it alone.

I’m the Golden Child,
Golden Child,
Golden Child.

Keep my ears away from those who came to put me down,
Got a mission I’ll fulfill it ain’t no time to frown, 
With this burden I carry these are my thoughts aloud.
these are my thoughts aloud.

From my mind,
from my mind,
from my mind, 

but my...

GOLDEN CHILD (PROD. LEFTY BEATS)

MIDDLE NAME “MAKER” is a creative and musical project created by Kwé Degal, born from a place of deep introspection and emotional exploration. This alternative hip singer/songwriter seamlessly blends evocative melodies with introspective lyricism, weaving stories of personal growth, vulnerability, and empowerment. His music can be described as an experience that resonates deeply with anyone seeking solace in art. Every song is a journey, inviting listeners into a world where emotion is the guide, and every lyric is a chance for self-reflection. MIDDLE NAME “MAKER” isn’t just music—it’s a rebellion, a statement, and an unapologetic exploration of individuality.