Go get your mother, father, cousin or kin
Cause it's the Can't Stop kid and I'm at it again
I brought something to bump like I always do
And Imma kick it old school like some light up shoes
Ayo, back in the day on my cul de sac
I was the illest little mug with a juice-box
Put my name on the wall with a crayola pack
And stayed fresh from my head to my tube socks
In those days Yelawolf woulda been Chartreuse
And before Waka Flocka we had Balki Bartokomous
Got rock 'em sock 'em robots and my morning cartoons
Gave my girl a walkie talkie
'Call me later, little spoon'
Yo, wasn't a player but I played a lot
Cause even then I was on point, like a laser dot
So now I kick it online to an arena of millions
And I get more love than Serena Williams
There's a million toys for a million different boys
There's only one that I like
There's a million toys for a million different boys
There's only one that I like
I was just 11 when, on my bike peddling
True story, new toy, Bugle Boy everything
Before I recorded raps on my lap top
Super duper double-looper track for the Matchbox cars
I collected, parts were connected
Then I found hip hop and was largely affected
I got a discman, used it a ton
Had more CD's than a mutual fund
First car, Accord four door
It was old but the trunk bumped like a cold sore
Used to skate a lot, now I wish I could go more
Who you think I flow for?
Kids who ride snowboards
And as a kid I knew that life was the greatest
Tough choice if I ever had to pick a favorite
Out of all the million toys, that I've ever played with
This microphone's the only one I'm ever gonna stay with