Head in a cloud And they wake up, and they go out We only wake 'cause our eyes are open Open so wide we walk in the dark Trying so hard to keep what we're losing Using our feet to show them the movements We were like them before we were older Just like

Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies

She ain't waitin' on twenty-one candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do She ain't waitin' on twenty-one

You're not the only one You know, hard times always come easy But they never last long If you feel alone when you're down, just know Not the only one Uh, I used to wanna runaway, back when I was young Couldn't wait to go a couple times around the sun Now

Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)

I've got money now There is no prize When I was a young buck I tried to be liked by I tried so hard to be funny and nice I tried so hard to be sugar and spice

My momma called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on They said I wouldn't be nothing I dreamed it all ever since I was young Now they always say, "congratulations" (uh) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh) They

It comes and goes in waves The freedom, of falling A feeling I thought was set in stone It slips through, my fingers I'm trying hard to let go And carries us away It always does, it always does We watch as our young hearts fade Into the flood, into the

We will, we will rock you Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place, singin' Buddy, you're a young man, hard man Shouting in the

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it then fall asleep