Little Rascal
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I was a little rascal You could hear the pain in a young nigga voice Ain’t use tobacco Twelve years a slave but I’ve been twenty years slept on Now a nigga shooting his shot, ain’t got no vest on Stacking up my checks, and I’m just writing my raps Tryna cop me a mill, tryna rhyme like the best Buy my folks a bigger house, my nigga you know the rest I got them Real nigga tendencies and that’s till death And I know My niggas feeling me I'm repping my set My city Straight outta Baltimore, that flock ima rep My fam My parents hustlers they got my respect Do em dirty and my sis then ima come for ya neck Like a young nigga, wild nigga Bitch I could give a f*ck How niggas feel about my come up while I’m coming up You tryna scrap or what If you talking like a bitch, ain’t no beef, I’m stacking bread Get ya money up Ain’t tryna talk about no beef, no gossip, scandals When a young bull got shot, left for dead Too much to handle Niggas throwing likes on all of his posts, throwing up candles But last week when that boy was depressed Who he ran to? Niggas did you wrong so it’s fraud when they say they miss you All them bad vibes I feel that in the air like Beanie Siegel Grinding on my own, spit this pain like I’m acting see through So if you see me, you might see you You gone feel this shit ya dig? Cuz I was a little rascal And all my life I wanted to ball And break some ankles Used to rock them sport blue sixes to feel like Michael Now a nigga back on his shit Out for the title For the realest rapper outta my city to make it out From Baltimore to Compton tales of my grind gone be word a mouth How he never did this shit for the fame, not for the clout And his shit was hard, he had to make it out no doubt And nobody really f*ck with young bull like that But he had to hustle, took some time before his pockets was fat He worked some part-time jobs Pushing carts inside the Walmart Started back in 2016 he had a humble start In high school, he used to be different was on some dumb shit But he got himself together was on his shit glad he never quit He said his biggest inspiration was meek He was a Dreamchaser Had visions of doing it greater He had to See that dream, believe that dream Them girls ain’t give him pussy, so he had to sleep with the dream Of taking big trips, and copping big drip Call it wet dreams Pull up in expensive foreign whips That laferrari clean And at the end he brought up all his friends and family Like a real boss Still kept that shit A1 like the steak sauce Legacy is going down in history So when my children mention success Then they gone mention me And they gone hear my music, see me rap on BET And if they need doors opened then I’m the master key Son or daughter It don’t matter they gone have they father I spoke it to existence so that means I’m going harder A perk to growing up is learning how to hustle smarter You still a star player even if you ain’t a starter Swear I used to give my folks hell of a hassle When them teachers used to call they phone I had to scramble Cuz I was a little rascal And all they did was drag me down So I broke them shackles F*ck them niggas Yeah F*ck them niggas
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