Après "Dirty Flesh" et "New Problems", Token nous parle maintenant du problème de grandir, tout simplement, et de l'évolution des relations avec son entourage. Entre "ce qu'il s'est passé à Amsterdam" et ce que pourrait penser sa mère de lui, le jeune rappeur continue d'expérimenter et s'éloigne toujours un peu plus de ses bases Hip-Hop davantage "oldschool".
Oh this outfit used to be a little big on me but now it’s fitting and I’m loving it.
I don’t hate on those who hate on me but secretly just hate themselves some undercover shit.
Youngin with a little bit of fame, I’m praying it don’t mess me up, I need to tone it down.
Fuck it, fucked around and did some shit in Amsterdam I’ll probably never tell a soul about.
Why get mad at what I’m doing like we’re dating? How many dates we been on huh?
How many women you kick it with on tour? How many dates I been on hmm?
Approximately that many, my momma she’d be so angry, telling me I be full of it.
But I ain’t changing for anyone, I’m 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.
I was never focused on the fortune now I gotta be ‘cause they be trying to rob me.
Old and new friends, same with managers and agents, all these brand new girls and shady groupies -
I ain’t satisfied with how these people treat me; I don’t want no handshake, salute me, yeah.
Shut the door behind you, don’t say a word, let your hair down, I’ll be back in a minute.
I’m ‘bout to show you what this whole entire world’s fucking missing.
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 with it.
Shit changed, you ain’t no no little boy.
Car fast, life fast, don’t slow little boy.
She fast, cash fast, dope, dope. Little boy.
Stone cold, hot hot, tss tss little boy.
Oh shit. God damn. What? Little boy.
What’s that? Aw man. What? Little boy.
Stone cold, stone cold. What? Little boy.
Hot hot, tss tss. Little boy.
Little boy couldn’t walk on his own, talk on his own, yeah yeah now he can.
I got my hand on my belt, my chick come along, and it’s getting out of hand.
I don’t argue no more, homie shut the fuck up, I don’t argue no more.
I got biz to discuss, I got papers to sign, I got y’all to ignore.
Hold up, hold up, wait a little half a fucking second I’m confused.
I ain’t ever met you, why you talking like you’re in my fucking crew?
I hope that life will treat you better, I just don’t know what you’re going through.
And say my name again behind my back, I’m back, backing into you.
Why you talking like you got it?
Trigger burn, I can’t put a finger on it.
You fail and you fail and you fail and you fail.
I’ll give you the boot.
Take you to the roof.
Drop you out of school.
Looking at me like you know what I be thinking,
I’ll be looking back at you like what the fuck are you thinking?
I don’t believe in anything that ain’t in front of me.
You ain’t a friend of me, you ‘fraid of me, and fronting like you isn’t.
I ain’t going to college momma. They focused 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.
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