Childish Things

[Intro] It's mandatory Fiend come to the crib, nigga try to cop, nigga Straight violation You gotta violate 'em right at the door You know what I'm saying? You gotta knock a nigga out right at the door You know what I'm saying? Y'all niggas got horrible taste, nigga This shit quiet luxury, nigga The fuck these niggas is on, man? Nigga. 100 Block Boy. You already know how we coming. We talk about it, We back on that shit though [Verse 1] Yo Spanish Flies out of Canada Dry with spare time on the Panerai You can tell by my tan lines that I wear a watch Rock the Yacht-Master on the yacht Cracked the master lock, nobody hatch the plot not even Matlock Huh? Matte Black Maybach, hug up the car lot Big diamond rock look like a garlic knot Had a knot, now word on the block, we popped off, throw on the rocks Drowning your sorrows in a bottle of scotch Wash up the spot, thought I forgot the mop Keep the street sweeper to clean your clock Piece of your mind got on my Filas Fuck you was thinking? I just seen it fly Thought you was on 'til everything gone from your reach in the blink of an eye Jumped in the rat race, what it takes to be placed in the top rappers space Is way too much dick sucking for my taste It ain't all chocolate cake and lattes It's a mind game that I do not play We put away the childish things By the way I'm just acting my age This ain't no old talking "back in my day" All them guys were playing garbage tapes Cosplay, three small diamond chains not to overcompensate Roc, I'm beyond straight My moral compass does not shake I played it safe but all that grinding on your mate made the condom break Shorty pulled her own baby out her vagina like Strangé (Haa) Blonde Amber spray on Balenciaga lingerie Lil mama say I'm the one that got away Uh, I'm the one that got away (got away) Blonde Amber spray on Balenciaga lingerie John Gage, Johnny Fontane, Rob just made me a wallet chain The Benz Brabus, pocket change, I acquired the finer things Uh, John Gage, Johnny Fontane, Rob just made me a wallet chain The Benz Brabus, pocket change, I acquired the finer [Interlude] Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Niggas can never fuck with me. You know what I'm saying? Marci The flight to Spain in three hours... [Verse 2] Yo, after the murder story is purgatory you heard shorty The inferno burn for eternity like a herpes sore on the horny It's gone but word it'll return shortly Surely, Christian Dior embroidery on royalty Tried to avoid the streets but the beef keep calling me And I just keep eating horribly—Arby's Firearms in the jeep, '90s R&B, Sean Connery said calmly Firearms in the jeep, '90s R&B, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Everything about your artistry novelty I could write a novel or three Cartier quality, quiet luxury Niggas can't fuck with me, quiet luxury but no Hawaiian Punch buddy, this a big money drink Niggas fuck with Hush Puppies must be shooting puppy pee When you get up like me they say you uppity That wasn't keeping it brotherly But love be this way where the road and the rubber meet Fuck [Outro] You know what I'm saying? Fuck niggas