My young n***as get it all
My young n***as get it all
I'm hearing calls, I'm hearing noise out that corner like
8 ball side pocket, that's that corner life
You only get a few options, what sposed to like?
Empty alleys, chop shopping them motorbikes
Or retailing for chump change that quota life
Or soft cutting that soft white with that soda life
I'm focused on mine
Make a million in your dreams, if they quoting your lines
I'm hardly home, but the numbers that I scream
Are the same ones holler'd by P
Or holler'd by Wayne
You know the sayin, RIP to Slim, Free BG, lost in the system homie do your thing
We get accustomed to glitz and glamor
Moving through customs, off a cup of a fifth of brandy, single handed
Got you running, settle down you lil fast girl
Keep it cla**y, why you always cutting cla** girl?
How he notice everything that's in your past girl
Find the secrets that you hide with no pa**word
Word to your moms
They'll hang you by your collar b**h that's word to sadam
I'm k**ing sessions, that's word to Ramon
You too busy chasing chickens tryna work on your charm
I'm in the islands, workin on my debut album
Hoping someone sign me, confined to nothing, come and find me brother man
We're too busy caught in traffic dodging other lanes
Moving slow get you run over either truck or train,
So tuck your chain, you see that 9
It meet that .45, they coincide, so go inside
I'm going crazy
Jumping like double dutch, through the pavement
I'm Clark Kent, they lookin for some saviors
Baby I got ya
Even if they empty my pockets
A box cutter boxed up in my boxers, imma get you out
Avoid all types of informants, they'll tip you out
One time for lil Ant, he got hit with bout 50 rounds
And made it out, you feel me now?
This real life not no movie, what? You filming now?
A couple dogs in your section, what y'all grillin now?
Once I make this phone call, stop filmin dog
You feel me dog?