**VERSE 1**
With my homies I was chilling n***a, late night
Had to come back In the morning, got a quick flight... its back to the 258
Now i'm gwazin with my brothers recording with my fam
Know what it is gone blow up n***a, bam
Establish foundations, gone get these floor plans
No longer the boy, i'm just trynna be the man
So f** a n***a who hating, i'm just steady creating
In my room, spreading vibes that i'm cautiously making
So you know youngin bout to do good
Ironic how the homies always up to, no good uhm
You don't pick your brothers, your brothers pick you
And if you cross em, imma hurt you like jujitsu
So if we stay together, i swear, we'll never fold
Eyes open, as I watch it all unfold
**CHORUS**
These days I've been chilling with my old crew (x4) [Yeah, Yeahhh]
[Young n***as, from the south side
Young n***as, up to no good] (x2)(background)
**VERSE 2**
I guess I'm back to my bullsh**
Never loaded yeah I never held a full-clip
Just in search of some rea**urance for my heart
Drop a song and go up the charts, that idea a little far-fetched
And all these rappers, so repetitive
I bring the truth to you, like i'm on a sedative
f** girls who are celebit
Getting money is the goal making sure that the balance, never negative
New girls, but the same ways
Sip on Tuesdays watch a n***a ball like i'm 2PAID
These days are the broke days
Got a bottle out the club you know a brother can't afford drinks
Jeans torn like I'm wearing Kanye and sh**
She got Friends? call them over, we can play and sh**
No games, all serious
If that a** right make a brother act religious start praising it!
**CHORUS**
**OUTRO**
Young n***as, from the south side
Young n***as, up to no good (x2)