Testi:
Foolish Kid

a bullet in his chest) And on that stage, is where I first learned Stick out my chest to be a kid and get burned You're so foolish, but I think you knew

P (Repeat) (Verse 1) Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish

Music, yo, yo Aiyyo my music for the moodiest sidewalks I talk ebonics, smoke chronic, and drink {? } Until I feel bionic off the hydroponic Some niggaz never mastered phonics foolish

more I had to get this paper, now I got security holding my door I got jewels by david, man look at me I'm doin' it ya'll and ain't nothing stoppin' this kid

No don't hold on Let's do this, ATM Mother was right, dollars burn holes up in my wallet Burnt residue left from revenue in loose pockets Foolish products

for the kill And punch straight through it, these niggas straight foolish Thinking life is amusing, party and bullshit Hoes, games, and liquor, a tough kid

others says I'm the rudest, meditate like a budist expose em like a nudist, I'm jesus they judas, my diamonds the bluest, got the answers they clueless, ashanti foolish

the yellow Chamillionaire, one of the south's harders lyricist Now you pussy's hearin this, salute the color changin pyramid Other boys is trouble, other boys is gimmicks kid

I'm Mr. Misunderstood The kid from the hood is when that'll take all the lessons you get from the hood And spit until you listen This when you could