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

1985, I arrived 33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I

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'

Young nigga, young nigga Get the money, young nigga Young nigga, just a young nigga Get your money, young nigga Strippers in the club and my cups half empty Ride with my niggas cause my niggas understand me Still on Plan A, pussy niggas on Plan B Right

Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzing on they ass I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shopping on they ass I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast Smoking flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas Don't you

Young nigga go, young nigga go Come here, girl Oh, you want me to touch you right there? Oh, like a little lamb, play in your hair Oh you want it? Oh you want it right now Like that? I got you baby All on you baby Push it back on daddy Push it back on

I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I suggest that you

I give it all that I got I get the cash and I flip it (yeah) I fuck the baddest bitches Young nigga scrape that pot (huh) Yeah, skrrt out the lot (huh) Life been movin' so fast Yeah, spend this cash (aye) I just been getting to my bag (huh) I just been

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

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,