Lyrics
You wanna know my shit (Yaaaah)
Verse 1:
Little black boy with dick in his hand
Mama complaining when I am turning to a mother fucking man
Cause I been hanging with mobsters and the villains of the village
My people gotta eat, this ain’t no mother fucking gimmick
real shit,
This Patricia, Patricia want weed
Might need some liquor, for Patricia on knees
Ganging, on some, fuck all your feelings
Now press an ear on these lyrics, this what we did for these digits
Steady jumping fools, like that's regular thing
Little cornrow headed nigga, here to fill rubber bands
Who the fuck you is ?
You ain’t pay my rent
This that attitude
What I wanted? titties bouncing
All I dreamed bout Bentley Coupés
I was 14 when I was king
But I didn’t know shit about the life I was in
Til they stabbed my boy, emergency lights
Wasn’t thinking bout the Opps
That old lady on the balcony
Prolly called the cops
Hook :
from the rags to the riches
ain’t no celebration bitches
Yea, take money, make money
Verse 2:
See we been riding to the shaw
T & T in the front
Me & D backseat hanging
Ella Mai on the song
And it’s our first time in Cali
Swear we thought we were ready
I just had to cancel the show i was about to perform
Crossing Piru street
German boys in the hood
I mean we know a couple rappers
but we’ve never seen bloods
So the shit a Nigga told you, when a nigga thought he was tough
Really wasn’t shit, now i know it was all nuts
Straight to The Marathon
Tryna get this Crenshaw Merch
that Jesus is lord wall
Had a nigga tryna take a perch
Driving to the parking lot, still tryna cop the Merch
That red SUV had us looking we been here first
But there comes this giant with his hands high like what what ?
Death in his eyes, how the fuck you got pull up?
In front of the store where they took a legend from us
So the day we heard the news
It was mental to us