Children’s Song
 作词 : Michael Uzowuru/Tyler Page/LeKen Taylor/Vincent Staples/Mino Drerup/Afolabi Osinulu
 作曲 : Michael Uzowuru/Tyler Page/LeKen Taylor/Vincent Staples/Mino Drerup/Afolabi Osinulu
 Pressing five till the pen, free my Aphex Twin
 In the street like
 I ain't really tryna scrape that rim
 N***** be like
 "Aye, bro, 'member back when?"
 Let it go, loc
 I'm way too rich to be your friend
 I'm way too lit to let you dim me
 Riding 'round South Pasadena on a ten speed
 And I still got blicky
 And I still get tricky
 It is what it is
 Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, bitch
 Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, bitch
 Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids
 Don't play with my—, go play with your—
 Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, bitch
 Don't be calling my phone after 8, I'm at home
 Don't be calling my phone after 8, I'm in bed, bitch
 And if I'm with a bitch, it's not none of your business
 Gotta keep this shit bliss, gotta keep this shit ignant
 Pray this not what the devil intended
 It's money outside, go and get it
 Make a ticket
 Up all night with the smokers and crickets
 I been broke all my life, had to flip it
 All these grown n***** living off women
 That ain't no real shit
 Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, bitch
 Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, bitch
 Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your—
 Don't play with my—, go play with your—
 Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, bitch
 Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, bitch