Lyrics Opposite of Adults - RAQ

Opposite of Adults

Hey yo, i once was a kid, all I had was a dream
More money, more problems, when i get it, Imma pile it up
Now I’m dope, Wonder bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
Hey yo, i wonce was a kid with the other little kids
Now I’m ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us
Tell Mommy I’m sorry
This life is a party
Remember you was a kid
Reminisce days of the innocence
Now it’s Chiddy Bang, google me the images
Follow me, follow me I’m the leader
And when I park cars I don’t pay for the meter
I remember I was younger as a kid it was the best
I used touch on all the pretty girls at recess
I’m at my peak yes, I won’t leave yet
Serial style, cereal aisle I need chex
I can make these rappers run like a hard drill
Rock band show you how the guitar feel
And I could care less how y’all feel
I got the flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel
This is that good «just puff it and relax, bro»
And you can get it free don’t worry 'bout the tax though
And Xaphoon, thank you for the crack
But I play a Ron Burgundy I anchor on the track like that
Hey yo, i once was a kid, all I had was a dream
More money, more problems, when i get it, Imma pile it up
Now I’m dope, Wonder bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
Hey yo, i wonce was a kid with the other little kids
Now I’m ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us
Tell Mommy I’m sorry
This life is a party
Can I please get a little bit of knowledge
Somebody tell Roth that I don’t love college
Cause the real world’s kinda like Real World
And it’s drama so you are Svetlana and I’m just a rhymer
Swimmin' in the water tryin' to dodge the piranhas and fly to Bahamas
Pretty little momma, Chiddy in the spot
Where you at pretty lady show me what you got
They say why you rappin' for the kids for
I said my clothes come fitted, the Lids store
This summer you can catch me on a big tour
I’m high grade, I think they need to quiz more
Let me get wit ya, don’t let the kid hit ya
I’m the photo album Voletta has, B.I.G.
picture
The rule is, the dude is, so up, so chuck I’m a cool kid
Hey yo, i once was a kid, all I had was a dream
More money, more problems, when i get it, Imma pile it up
Now I’m dope, Wonder bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
Hey yo, i wonce was a kid with the other little kids
Now I’m ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us
Tell Mommy I’m sorry
This life is a party
I’m never growing up