Locked in a cell when I met my miss
(Elite got that heat)
Locked in a cell when I met my miss
(AP run that check up)
Real n***a, ayo, top n***a (YOUNGJUICYCASH)
Maximum security, n***a
Final plug
Locked in a cell when I met my miss
I was down bad on my a**, I was different
Paint no picture, I ain’t had no letter
Couldn’t lay stone, I ain’t have no cheddar
Shotgun hollows, ain’t had no exit
Fresh outta county, I ain’t had no weapon
Straight from the block, can’t stop my blessings
Polestar coupe pulin’ up in my section
How you call a n***a your day one? Dollar one but ever since you caught, no commissary
How you call a n***a your day one? Dollar one put a key in his back, got your partner buried
How you call a n***a your day one? Dollar one time for this bin, you ain’t get in the car (What?)
How you call a n***a your day one? Dollar one time for a stimmie, and he ready for war
My brothers my brothers, my people my people
My opps my opps
If you beefin’ with him and we beefin’ with them and they’re clickin’ up, you can get shot, yeah (At all)
Trappin’ hard in my section (Section) and the foreign car came back convicted (Convicted)
At my mamas house, it was hectic
Tapes in the VCR, watchin’ Billy (Yeah)
They don’t know about the pain, young n***a had to conquer (Conquer)
Thuggin’ in the bottom, stealin’ dollars from my mama (From my mama)
Steady poppin’ pills so I can deal with my conscious (With my conscious)
Every day I’m thinkin’ ’bout my youngin’, he went under
Drop-top coupe, give a f**k about the four kill
Glock in my jeans, young n***a need no man
We’re gonna bring the beef to the door like DoorDash
Can’t stop lie, I’ma grind, need more cash
I’m with the shooters, ain’t no recrutin’
I’m with the same crew (Four hunnid)
B*t*hes gon’ change too, n***as gon’ change too
Benjamin change blue (B*t*h)
B*t*hes gon’ change too, n***as gon’ change too
Benjamin change blue
Don’t let it change you
Don’t let it change you
Young n***a trappin’ out the breezeway
Turned to traffic stop into a speed chase (Trap, trap)
Trackhawk get lost, speed race
Keep a gun, out on bond in three states (Gang)
Can’t catch me, SRT
Super lead in my gasoline (Skrrt)
Used to jack out with that vaseline (Vaseline)
Locked up in that cell with a bag of beans (Bag of beans)
I’ma turn me a trap to a trampoline (Trap)
If I throw up a four, that’s my faculty (Fac’)
If you reach for my throat, that’s a casualty (Casualty)
In these trenches, I’m not what a rapper be
All I had was a Glock 19 and a bag full of rocks and an AT&T (Yeah)
Young n***a started from the bottom with his hands on a chopper, now he choppin’ out an Airbnb
These n***as flock, hollerin’ ’bout how they gonna rob ’em
When they see me on the scene, they don’t need much speak (Rack)
Signed a record deal, still trappin’ this street (Trap)
Real street n***a get a brick for free
Locked in a cell when I met my miss
I was down bad on my a**, I was different
Paint no picture, I ain’t had no letter
Couldn’t lay stone, I ain’t have no cheddar
Shotgun hollows, ain’t had no exit
Fresh out the county, I ain’t had no weapon
Straight from the block, can’t stop my blessings
Polestar coupe pulin’ up in my section (Skrrt, skrrt)
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