[Hook]
My young boy just drove by in a stolen car
Just another n***a out here going hard
Guns in the trunk, work in the spare tire
He got the devil on his back and he sell fire
Look, a vision enviroinment, he just a product
Everyday he risk his life, so he can purchase products
He say a prayer before he leave the crib
Cause you can die for how you tryina leave
I say a prayer before I leave the crib
n***as hating on me, that's just how it is
I'm from the streets b**h, f** the music bizz
Deal or no deal, I'm still gonn drive the newest whips
Yes, more men to silence, now I'm f**ing this b**h
Where every neighborhood got a money making mitch
And we all know how much he love the game
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Getting money, paying bills n***a, f**ing gang
For my mama I do anything
If you ain't feeding family, you's a f**in lame
For my fam I risk it all, I know what you thinking, so typical
But I don't really gotta risk sh**
Cause luckily, me and my n***as ball
I had to get the devil off my back
But this motherf**er keep on coming back
These lil n***as out here living the thug life
Sentenced them to 30 years, that boy threatened that judge life
[Hook]
My young boy just drove by in a stolen car
Just another n***a out here going hard
Guns in the trunk, work in the spare tire
He got the devil on his back and he sell fire
Look, a vision enviroinment, he just a product
Everyday he risk his life, so he can purchase products
He say a prayer before he leave the crib
Cause you can die for how you tryina leave
I'm just a product of my enviroinment
In my city, I got stripes on some tiger sh**
That pistol put a lot of n***as in retirement
That dirty money get washed, then we iron it
These b**hes tryina sell dreams and I ain't buying it
Seeing a hunned thousand cash is so inspiring
Sometimes I feel somebody watching me
It's probably the same motherf**ers who's tryina copy me
Yeah, now everybody digging me
Windows up, now everybody history
Everybody rappin, everybodty in the industry
I swear to god, gun to my head
These n***as k**in me
They say thurow keep spittin hood lines
Throwing dollars at strippers, definition of good times
It's been bad so long, now it's the good life
Enjoying ever second
Cause how I'm living, I could die
[Hook]
My young boy just drove by in a stolen car
Just another n***a out here going hard
Guns in the trunk, work in the spare tire
He got the devil on his back and he sell fire
Look, a vision enviroinment, he just a product
Everyday he risk his life, so he can purchase products
He say a prayer before he leave the crib
Cause you can die for how you tryina leave.