Token — Little Boy

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Yeah, hey
All this stuff it used to be a little big on me
But now it’s fittin’ and I’m lovin’ it (yeah!)
Aye, I don’t hate on those who hate on me but secretly
Just hate themselves so much they cover shit (yeah!)
Aye, youngin’ with a little bit of fame, I’m prayin’
It don’t mess me up, but I need to tone it down
Yeah, fuck, I fucked around and did some shit in Amsterdam
I’ll probly never tell a soul about (yeah!)
Aye, why you mad at what I’m doin’ like we dated?
How many dates we been on, huh?
Aye, how many women you kick it with on tour?
How many dates I been on? Hmmm
Aye, approximately that many, my momma she’d be so angry
Tellin’ me I be full of it (woah!)
But I ain’t changin’ for anyone, I’ve 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 (woah!)
I was never focused on the fortune, now I gotta be
‘Cause they be tryna rob me (woah!)
Old and new friends say one minute, just a need
It’s all these brand new girls and shady groupies (woah!)
I ain’t satisfied with how these people treat me
I don’t want no handshakes, salute me, yeah!
Shut the door behind you, don’t say a word
Let your hair down, I’ll be back in a minute (yeah!)
I’m ’bout to show you what this whole
Entire world’s fuckin’ missing (that’s me!)
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 in, yeah
Shit changed, you ain’t, no no
Car fast, life fast, don’t slow
She fast, cash fast, don’t dope
Stone cold, hot hot, tsst tsst
Oh, shit! God damn! What?
What’s that? Aw, man! What?
Stone cold, stone cold. What?
Hot, hot, tsst, tsst

Little boy couldn’t walk on his own, talk on his own
Yeah yeah, and now he can (yeah!)
I got my hand on my belt,
My chick come along, and it’s gettin’ outta hand
I don’t argue no more, homie,
Shut the fuck up, I don’t argue no more (no!)
I got biz to discuss, I got papers to sign, I got ya’ll to ignore
Aye, hold up, hold up,
Wait a little half a fuckin’ second, I’m confused
I ain’t never met you, why you talkin’ like you’re in my fuckin’ crew?
I hope that life will treat you better,
I just don’t know what you’re going through
They say my name again behind my
Back, I’m back, backin’ into you (yeah!)
Why you talkin’ like — you got it? Hey,
Trigger burn I can’t put a finger on it
You fail and you fail and you fail and
You fail, I give you the boot (the boot!)
Aye, take it to the roof (the roof!),
Yeah, drop you outta school (goodbye!)
Lookin’ at me like you know what I
Be thinkin’, I be lookin’ back at you
Like what the fuck are you thinkin’? (yeah!)
I don’t believe in anything that ain’t in front of me
You ain’t a friend to me,
You ‘fraid of me, you frontin’ like you isn’t
I ain’t goin’ to college momma, they focus 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 (yeah!)

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