Yeah.

C.J.

Cole Young.

Yeah.

He's called a young motherfucker screaming homicide.

And you know the young boy, yeah, he's riding five.

This robbery though, yeah I'm down to ride Plus I live to die, stress got me getting high

They throw money just to keep a nigga occupied Fast money couldn't even keep my pops alive

So only choice, try to make it in this rap shit I'ma bring it new school or old fashioned

My city is a slum, but it's no place, it's no place, it's no place.

home.

Same shit every day.

The streets are prone.

Every day's the same.

Shifty skips.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I promise ain't coming home.

What we do about it?

Nothing left for a victim of the streets.

We don't sell drugs.

It's multiple women that stay in.

and beat school hard knocks they saved my city them brothers just catching bodies like a rabbit

you see with no direction in my hood you start stacking the beast better look out or die soldier

So back when you bleed, I spit in your blood, you get thaws, you rap in them chains.

Bitch, you be unified.

We be unstoppable team.

And yet I pray for my sins and the shit I done seen.

Y'all.

Kisses, y'all.

Anybody listening, my city is a slum.

My boy, that's where I'm living in.

Praise to be a dog, it ain't too much business, man.

They either dead, strung out, or enslaved by the...

The future's in my past, my past, I still...

This is my family.

This is my family.

Used to be a nice boy When you used to walk out the door

Mommy, listen, years old, in and out of the system.

Your friends don't even write him up in person.

And guys, niggas get killed and won't miss him.

I'm young, ignorant, and hard-headed.

Don't listen.

All I do is make crack studios.

I know this life is not apocalyptic.

Used to be a nice boy.

When you used to walk out your door.

Mom used to kiss me.

In and out your sister.

Family and friends don't even write him up in Princeton and Yonkers.

Niggas get killed in one mission.

Young, ignorant, and hard-headed.

Won't listen.

All I do is make crappy studios.

I know what it's like to not have a pot to piss in.

Yeah, nigga!

I see y'all haters out there, fam.

We coming for y'all haters.

Episode gang.

We here, nigga.

Don't be pressing me on Facebook, my folks.

You already know.

We getting paid.

It's Flint.

80s baby.

It's always little.