[Intro]
Yo
Uh, listen
[Verse 1]
I asked my young n***a, "What's your favorite gun, n***a?"
He didn't get the picture
Quote, "I got the trey eight, sure to slump a n***a
But then, I also got the K cause it dump quicker"
Dumb n***a
They laughing at you now cause they ain't gotta come k** us
Can you see klansmen with the same damn skin as me?
Young n***as running with the pole like it's little league
Riding on they enemies
[Refrain x2]
I seen n***as lose they lives, seen n***as lose they minds
Seen n***as lose they souls over silver and gold
Silver and gold, over silver and gold
[Verse 2]
He was slanging the dope for a chain and a coat
Playing street doctor whenever patients came by the store
Paid dues to the OG, then he gave him his dope
Hopped on that mongoose now it's back to the stove
Told him "We gone get it whether it's clean or explicit"
And always check the door because the reaper might visit
f** n***as trying to turn your song into a snippet
Head on a pivot, hand on my biscuit, handling my business
He sat his homie down like "n***a, I need a come up
We hit up the connect for a bale before the sun up
And when this n***a come with the merch, we raise the guns up
And if he refuse, then unload like a dump truck"
An hour pa** by, the plug pull up
He feels his heart racing faster, he bout to poke this ba*tard, uh
Open the door, trying to even the score
And then the youngin saw no more, oh LORD
[Outro]