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