Ace boogie Young thugs In the city they all cold blooded I had to ace boogie the hustle cuz I couldn't love it Kept my 3rd eye on the streets cuz I couldn't trust it Toy souldiers with them hammers they just wanna bust it Bust it bust it down cash bust it down Young homies smoking dirt call it bobby brown They rep they homies on a shirt and wear it round the town Interrogation like communion not a sound Don't see no limit like it's master p And I'm just running to the moon like someone after me Every Monday after school another casualty And these youngings repping they gang on a graphic tee Who am I to talk a while ago see that was me And u couldn't tell me nothing if it wasn't fee And the game it got sold boy it wasn't for the free God fearing but I walked around like I'm a G Know some k**ers money grippers and some drug dealers Young girls growing up to be gold diggers Glorying instagram and how they see the strippers Sometimes I feel like social media the biggest k**er It's all fakeit ain't no love in ya software of life swear it got some bugs in it God got me high and he don't got no bud in it And where he taking me I promise you im loving it Everybody thinking money Mitch And reset it near the end and let the game a glitch Until they hearing 30 years then they turn snitch Never thought that chasing money ending like this Staying humble in this cold world I'm just praying for the best and my ole girl Raise awareness bout the streets and what be going on I'm just trying to live it right cuz everyday im wrong