Little Boy

Oh this outfit used to be a little big on me
But now it’s fitting and I’m loving it
I don’t hate on those who hate on me
But secretly just hate themselves some undercover shit
Youngin with a little bit of fame
I’m praying it don’t mess me up
I need to tone it down
Fuck it, fucked around and did some shit in amsterdam
I’ll probably never tell a soul about
Why get mad at what I’m doing like we’re dating?
How many dates we been on huh?
How many women you kick it with on tour?
How many dates I been on hmm?
Approximately that many
My momma she’d be so angry
Telling me I be full of it
But I ain’t changing for anyone
I’m adapted to my environment
Homie come and look at this
I kill everything, I kill everything
They look at me like I caught a body
I was never focused on the fortune now I gotta be
‘Cause they be trying to rob me
Old and new friends, same with managers and agents
All these brand new girls and shady groupies -
I ain’t satisfied with how these people treat me
I don’t want no handshake, salute me, yeah
Shut the door behind you, don’t say a word
Let your hair down, I’ll be back in a minute
I’m ‘bout to show you what this whole entire world’s fucking missing
You popped up at the perfect time of my whole existence
I will fly you out right the fuck now, just give me the word, I am so with it

Shit changed, you ain’t no no little boy
Car fast, life fast, don’t slow little boy
She fast, cash fast, dope, dope, little boy
Stone cold, hot hot, tss tss little boy
Oh shit. God damn, what? Little boy
What’s that? Aw man, what? Little boy
Stone cold, stone cold, what? Little boy
Hot hot, tss tss, little boy

Little boy couldn’t walk on his own
Talk on his own, yeah yeah now he can
I got my hand on my belt, my chick come along
And it’s getting out of hand
I don’t argue no more
Homie shut the fuck up
I don’t argue no more
I got biz to discuss
I got papers to sign
I got y’all to ignore
Hold up, hold up, wait a little half a fucking second I’m confused
I ain’t ever met you, why you talking like you’re in my fucking crew?
I hope that life will treat you better
I just don’t know what you’re going through
And say my name again behind my back, I’m back, backing into you
Why you talking like you got it?
Trigger burn, I can’t put a finger on it
You fail and you fail and you fail and you fail
I’ll give you the boot
Take you to the roof
Drop you out of school
Looking at me like you know what I be thinking
I’ll be looking back at you like what the fuck are you thinking?
I don’t believe in anything that ain’t in front of me
You ain’t a friend of me, you ‘fraid of me, and fronting like you isn’t
I ain’t going to college momma
They focused on tuition
I was never into wishing ‘cause you gave me intuition
I don’t wish for anything, I make it happen
I know it’s hard to imagine, your little boy is a savage and a beast