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