Tyke

You aint gotta litsten 
Still ima tell you  little story bout life
They want you smoked lil nigga
But you got some hope lil nigga
When you sell dope just make sure you tote 
Be ready to blow these lil niggas 
Bitches gonacheat and niggas to
Dont do the same shit that bitches do 
Bitches gona fuck you for jimmy choos 
They gon put holes in your jimmies to
Really trap jumping like vertical
They tried to track me i hurtle hoes
Shells like a turtle it's screaming out murder
The wound that its leaving ain't surgical 
If you dont got it then chase a bag 
Niggas gon look at u never lack
fiend wanted change u sell em crack 
If u rob a chain dont give it back
Dont let em look at u yelling slat 
Talking bout gang and this and dat 
All of thats chitter chat 
When u get in a beef 
You gona be asking where killers at

Hook 

You aint gotta listen 
Still ima tell u 
lil story of my life
I was born in the kitchen 
i aint being sarcastic 
Literally with the mice 
Momma said i dont listen 
Said i was a lil tyke 
Runnin round stealing peoples bikes 
Then i started shooting dice 
Starting selling white
Then i started shooting strap 
Always knew i was a tyke  X2

BRIDGE 

And your momma aint perfect
And your daddy he worthless
Just know your worth shit
You got a purpose 
They gona try you 
Just do the same shit that i do
Keep these niggas at a distance 
Make sure you shoot with precision X2

HOOK

You aint gotta listen 
Still ima tell u 
lil story of my life
I was born in the kitchen 
i aint being sarcastic 
Literally with the mice 
Momma said i dont listen 
Said i was a lil tyke 
Runnin round stealing peoples bikes 
Then i started shooting dice 
Starting selling white
Then i started shooting strap 
Always knew i was a tyke