Little Rascal

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 fuck
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 fuck 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
Fuck them niggas
Yeah
Fuck them niggas