Baby Boy

Yeah, lo, uh

Is you gonna fold, lil ****?

When it rain, sleet, hail, snow, lil ****?

When it get cold, lil ****?

When them tears roll as you bolt, lil ****? Uh

Would you sell your soul, lil ****?

Do you got a heart made of gold, lil ****? Uh

Tell me how you roll, lil ****?

Better go hard or go home, lil ****

Where I'm from, all they know is my money and violence

You want respect, gotta pay your dues and your homage

I don't fuck with these rappers, they're crapping, just being honest

You can hate all you want

I'm too busy to read ya comments

Less you showing love, don't hold no grudge

I hope you holding up

They ain't believe me but look how I just been blowing up

I see them ****'s really cocky in the fast lane

But they be humble as fuck when the money slowing up

My teacher asked me what I wanna be

And I was shoulder shrugged

I was immature and ignorant but I've been growing up

I know them odds put against me I ain't folding up

You going through some shit in life you ain't the only one

They see a **** winning they feelings get agitated

But that shit motivating for me, I congratulate them

Thank you for showing me this shit is possible

Never pity myself, I'ma always do what I go to do

Is you gonna fold, lil ****?

When it rain, sleet, hail, snow, lil ****?

When it get cold, lil ****?

When them tears roll as you bolt, lil ****? Uh

Would you sell your soul, lil ****?

Do you got a heart made of gold, lil ****? Uh

Tell me how you roll, lil ****?

Better go hard or go home, lil ****

Self made ****, I ain't working at no Mickey Ds

I just want that AMG GT sixty-three

I promise I'ma put my mama in the Bentley

Don't want no lazy ho, I need a Oprah Winfrey

My little **** keep a TEC just like a referee

I know that line been overused but it makes sense for me

Been a slave to these streets, see a fill ****

Up in the five shit, get real this ain't no drill ****

It's either rap, NBA or the NFL

Oh, you trapped, catch a case in and out the jail

'Cause there no scientists or doctors from my hood

****'s riding with couple choppers in the trunk

Police wanna nail him 'cause he keep the hammer tucked

Ops plotting he gon' blame them that flashing no camera

When you running in the streets boy you better have stamina

'Cause them **** want your head just to hang on the banister, uh

Is you gonna fold, lil ****?

When it rain, sleet, hail, snow, lil ****?

When it get cold, lil ****?

When them tears roll as you bolt, lil ****? Uh

Would you sell your soul, lil ****?

Do you got a heart made of gold, lil ****? Uh

Tell me how you roll, lil ****?

Better go hard or go home, lil ****?