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

For street niggas livin with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up during these times For police that find drugs let niggas slide For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For

What you want, babe? I got it She just wanna fuck with a boss So I took her on a cruise 'round the city It don't really matter what it costs 'Cause she know a young nigga gon' get it What you want, hey? I got it Wanna do you right Is you with it, baby?

We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah We the fuckin' Get Money Bros 30, you a fool for this one Ear Drummers

That's all a nigga got So if it's 'bout that cream Then I'm all up in the spot I got a dollar and a dream Just a dollar and a dream Young nigga with his jeans low Nice guy just got a mean flow Never seen rich but he's seen po'

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay) Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay) Had to cop the Audi,

European size, that's a 42 (42) Left from the scene being cordial (yeah) European bitch paying more than you Young nigga hot, that's scorching (I'm hot) Walk in the store, that's a shoe sale (Swae) And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel) Drop the top and

Fuck it, we ball RIP Dex Osama All the fallen soldiers Scooter, Truce When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker

And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma call all the way and get

Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick Niggas salty and they hatin' 'cause Lil Purpp is young and rich And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke Woods, not no Zigs