Black Child lyrics

[Skit]
Yo, where the f*ck is that little boy at?
Stanley, wake yo' ass up, Goddamnit
Funky-ass n*gga, but, anyway, man
Yo, Boneman
When I get fourteen, man, I want a Ragtop truck, gold rings—
Man, f*ck that sh*t, man, you need to take yo' ass to school
Get you a motherf*ckin' job—
Man, f*ck that, man, f*ck you
Man, look here, when I get fourteen, man, I wanna get me a Ragtop truck
And some gold rings with three-wheel motion (sh*t)
Ten wheel put out, three finger rings, fat-ass link
And, a big booty b*tch to go with 'em

[Verse 1]
It's like ninety-six when we pop up
Young shotter show stopper
Ridin' through the city, like—
I could give a f*ck about a n*gga
Out the the sunroof, yellin', "Who f*ckin' with a n*gga?"
Summertime, said we couldn't do it any bigger
Now, them Lost Kids shuttin' sh*t down in the winter
I work hard like I planned this sh*t
I dream big, I ain't never planned for sh*t
Whole family here
If the hoes weren't a hundred, then the bros go a hundred, we so cavalier
I was home last week, and I ain't have no fear
They ain't 'bout it, this just n*ggas that be rappin', yeah
Had a lot to say, get on Twitter, got quiet
And, I was a block away from them n*ggas
And, I ain't got sh*t to say for them n*ggas
If you ain't got the heart to spray on my n*ggas, shut the f*ck up
Just waitin' to see my n*ggas blow the f*ck up
You gon' get your feelings hurt talkin' business on the chirp
Boy, I put in work
Dreams made real on December first
Now, these haters got it the worst, so, we on alert
Can't trust nobody, now
Ain't it funny how same motherf*ckers that been with you from the jump be the quickest ones to front
When they see you number one? sh*t crazy
[Skit]
Yo, where the f*ck is that little boy at?
Stanley, wake yo' ass up, Goddamnit
Funky-ass n*gga, but, anyway, man
Yo, Boneman
When I get fourteen, man, I want a Ragtop truck, gold rings—
Man, f*ck that sh*t, man, you need to take yo' ass to school
Get you a motherf*ckin' job—
Man, f*ck that, man, f*ck you
Man, look here, when I get fourteen, man, I wanna get me a Ragtop truck
And some gold rings with three-wheel motion (sh*t)
Ten wheel put out, three finger rings, fat-ass link
And, a big booty b*tch to go with 'em

[Verse 2]
It's like ninety-six on them cold days
Butter Timbs on that ghost face
Got the whole clique down at bros place like the old days
sh*t, I was on my old thing back in the basement
Switch toes every month, had replacement
sh*t is kind of crazy if you think about it
The more you find love, the more you move around it
And, n*ggas been treatin' me different since I been missin'
Best friends tellin' me the vibe is switchin'
Ex-fling tellin' treatin' me like I been distant
I just hate suspicion
She think I role because I hate commitment
But, truth be told, I can stay committed
Just know yo' place with n*ggas
Between us, I ain't got nos pace for b*tches
Stop playin' victim
Mary still my lady, but, Charlotte had my baby
And God done blessed me with a black child, now, the whole world tryna pay me
Finna have the whole world goin' crazy
My n*gga, I done payed dues
Like, how the f*ck he eighteen makin' albums out of his bedroom?
You can't do it like we do it
[Skit]
Yo, where the f*ck is that little boy at?
Stanley, wake yo' ass up, Goddamnit
Funky-ass n*gga, but, anyway, man
Yo, Boneman
When I get fourteen, man, I want a Ragtop truck, gold rings—
Man, f*ck that sh*t, man, you need to take yo' ass to school
Get you a motherf*ckin' job—
Man, f*ck that, man, f*ck you
Man, look here, when I get fourteen, man, I wanna get me a Ragtop truck
And some gold rings with three-wheel motion (sh*t)
Ten wheel put out, three finger rings, fat-ass link
And, a big booty b*tch to go with 'em

[Outro]
Yeah, I need
So high, so high
I can't lie, about to when you blame me
Want me, take me, save me, wake me