We was out here g#ngb#ngin’
Now i’m posted on the block, my chain swingin’
Oh to be young and dumb
Don’t believe it when i watch
30 clip the ar and we love them drums
From where n#gg#s die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his momma cry, rip to her son
When known point, he ain’t be alive, he ain’t get to run
Livin’ everyday hopin’ we survive, it’s the life of the slum
In that black hearse took his last ride in that dirt, now he done
So much goin’ on, i can’t feel a thing, i think that i’m numb
Pay attention to detail, made a million off my email
Out in malibu, steppin’ on seashells
But it could be a glock .23 shell
Was stuck in the hood but i prevailed
Where i come from, we don’t see yale
Block baby, i’m a trap scholar
I really studied them streets well
I ball to work, we don’t need scales
I got bigger, so i don’t resell
He’ll do anything not to see jail
No respect if he act like a female
He really a b#tch, uh, i gave my glizzy a switch
Four seconds, we empty a stick
Bro just like curry, he really don’t miss
Oh to be young and dumb
Don’t believe it when i watch
30 clip the ar and we love them drums
From where n#gg#s die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his momma cry, rip to her son
When known point, he ain’t be alive, he ain’t get to run
Livin’ everyday hopin’ we survive, it’s the life of the slum
In that black hearse took his last ride in that dirt, now he done
So much goin’ on, i can’t feel a thing, i think that i’m numb
Society got too many distractions
Every problem don’t need a reaction
Toughest n#gg#s, they be in the past tense
Even though kept his heat, he was lackin’
Lost his homie, he seen this sh#t happen
Knee deep in that beef, it was crackin’
All this trauma increasin’ the damage
Hot sh#t with ’em demons attractin’
This shit’ll leave you writin’ love letters from a county cell
How you fight in your sleep, ’cause you haunted from soul odors, that everybody smell
Face to face with the devil and he got control on him ’cause he know him well
He just hopin’ the lord gon’ give him another chance before he go to hell
Oh to be young and dumb
Don’t believe it when i watch
30 clip the ar and we love them drums
From where n#gg#s die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his momma cry, rip to her son
When known point, he ain’t be alive, he ain’t get to run
Livin’ everyday hopin’ we survive, it’s the life of the slum
In that black hearse took his last ride in that dirt, now he done
So much goin’ on, i can’t feel a thing, i think that i’m numb
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