[Hook] Growing up as a young n***a Young n***a running with them OG's I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery Growing up as a young n***a Young n***a running with them OG's I know the streets in and out, n***a You can call me the street's lottery [Verse 1: Young Scooter] I'm the street's dictionary January to January I'm after money, c**aine runner I got odd numbers, 340 for a pound, Black Migo numbers I know the route out in the street if he want some money I always keep it real, never snitch or fronted you When I was nine years old I didn't have a lot of money That inspired me to get money Now I'm riding in the Porsche thinking I'm thinking Ben Franklins When I was young, my momma had a package I was born in Saran Wrap [Hook] [Verse 2: Bun B] Back in the days when I started the game It was all about the loyalty, the cast that feel the same It was all about getting down together for the change It was all about the fame and f** whoever came We was young, but down for each other in the trap Fighting in the streets way before we had the straps f**ing on these hoes way before we had the money So when n***as gotta paid, we ain't start acting funny We understood the rules and the cause of the G's Never beefing over p**y, just money or the cheese To go from BGs to OGs, that's how it's gotta be And thats how young trill n***as hit the street's lottery For real, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Scooter] Growing up as a young n***a, everybody wanna be a boss I done built my own lane, I could show an OG how to ball I know everything about the streets, never did time behind the wall I know some young n***as gone, boy they ain't never coming home behind the walls Who had the money for a lawyer, public defenders they destroy ya Cases beat with a lawyer, you a young n***a, so they try to spoil ya [Hook]