Black Child Brent Faiyaz

[Skit]
Yo, where the fuck is that little boy at?
Stanley, wake yo' ass up, Goddamnit
Funky-ass nigga, but, anyway, man
Yo, Boneman
When I get fourteen, man, I want a Ragtop truck, gold rings—
Man, fuck that shit, man, you need to take yo' ass to school
Get you a motherfuckin' job—
Man, fuck that, man, fuck you
Man, look here, when I get fourteen, man, I wanna get me a Ragtop truck
And some gold rings with three-wheel motion (Shit)
Ten wheel put out, three finger rings, fat-ass link
And, a big booty bitch 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 fuck about a nigga
Out the the sunroof, yellin', "Who fuckin' with a nigga?"
Summertime, said we couldn't do it any bigger
Now, them Lost Kids shuttin' shit down in the winter
I work hard like I planned this shit
I dream big, I ain't never planned for shit
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 niggas that be rappin', yeah
Had a lot to say, get on Twitter, got quiet
And, I was a block away from them niggas
And, I ain't got shit to say for them niggas
If you ain't got the heart to spray on my niggas, shut the fuck up
Just waitin' to see my niggas blow the fuck 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 motherfuckers that been with you from the jump be the quickest ones to front
When they see you number one? Shit crazy