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Little Rascal

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Little Rascal was released on November 27, 2020 by Thank God It's Francis as a part of the album I Ain't Know You Rap

Song Details

AlbumI Ain't Know You Rap

Release DateNovember 27, 2020

LabelThank God It's Francis

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM77

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Francis Moore

Songwriter

Othello Kwaidah

Othello Kwaidah

Songwriter

Tyler Moore

Songwriter

Lyrics

I was a little rascal

You could hear the pain in a young **** voice

Ain’t use tobacco

Twelve years a slave but I’ve been twenty years slept on

Now a **** 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 **** you know the rest

I got them

Real **** tendencies and that’s till death

And I know

My **** 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 ****, wild ****

Bitch I could give a fuck

How **** 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

**** throwing likes on all of his posts, throwing up candles

But last week when that boy was depressed

Who he ran to?

**** 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 **** 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 ****

Yeah

Fuck them ****

Written by: Francis Moore, Othello Kwaidah, Tyler Moore

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