Child’s place

(Hook):
These rappers can give me brain, (argh)

Imma Let these rappers spit game, (rrr)

But don’t wonder why they ain’t spitting the same

This is child’s play, stay in a child’s place

(Dead wrong, you dead wrong, dead wrong, you know you wrong) (Oop!)

(Verse 1-Jahmal):
N***a don’t hit my line with that I miss you shit

I heard it all before, ask the last bitch, I don’t miss

Don’t move to quick for I blast your shit

Take all your ice n***a than imma blast your bitch

Snatch the keys to the 6 than imma smash your shit

Snatch a plastic from a n***a and I’ll max that shit
Clock a bitch from the back and then I’ll bash her shit

Physically not verbally, I’m not about that bitch

I’m not the type of bitch that sit with a n***a and lay around

If he think he fuckin’ without pay, then I’ll lay him down

I see you bitches talking, so what’s going down?

You bitches speaking on me, is the word around town!

So what y’all wanna do? Is you about too?

Gisseupe or the Louie pump, bitch you choose

In any situation bitch you fucking lose

I’m number one and you number two

I stay styling in the finest wears

You bum ass broads is nowhere near, so don’t compare

I got about 20k in the canary on my ears
Make ya n***a pay out, it ain’t free to stay (BRK gang!)

(Hook):
These rappers can give me brain, (argh)

Imma Let these rappers spit game, (rrr)

But don’t wonder why they ain’t spitting the same

This is child’s play, stay in a child’s place

(Dead wrong, you dead wrong, dead wrong, you know you wrong) (Oop!)

(Verse 1):
Lemme, lemme see what I gotta gotta do (mmmm)

All up in the coupe with my shades, chuck the deuce (bitch)

Stay on top tell these bottoms get the douche

Pull up in the wraith I just conjured up a ghoul

He going say I blacked, better ask the white man (damn)

They say the album crack, that’s my supply man (Oop)
They stay in the back, they my hype man

Ghost busters in the act, I see ghost writin’

He wanna fuck W/ Ken, wanna fuck with dolly (aye)

Put the bitch in my pocket, We don’t fuck w/ Polly (ok)

Bitch We still pop shit, we don’t fuck w/ molly

Only way it’s suite (sweet) if I’m in the lobby

Yeah we in the hobby, and we killing everybody

When I say everybody, blood on my beef and broccolis

And All my n***as masked and the move like jabbawockeez

And they all go ape, R.I.P to hamrambe

Illuminati, Pull up in the ghost (oh)

I’m not talking Curry but I’m the goat (whoa)

Still eating rap bitches, I’ll take a to go

Oh no! fuck’em, Get the dildo!

(Hook):
These rappers can give me brain, (argh)

Imma Let these rappers spit game, (rrr)

But don’t wonder why they ain’t spitting the same

This is child’s play, stay in a child’s place

(Dead wrong, you dead wrong, dead wrong, you know you wrong) (Oop!)