My aunt put me on with a bundle.
I went and ran it up.
Really putting work for the residents that I sound from.
Youngin' 380'd up, Yankee'd up on the A-Bus.
You ain't spend a day with us.
Where that nigga say he from?
Fillin' up a K to drum.
Here, buddy, play with drums.
Here, mama, this a 100K.
I knew this day would come.
You gon' need a stash for that loyalty.
I stay with one, 30K.
Inside of that 40-piece, don't play with blood.
Sell them dope pieces.
I had to scrape it up.
Knuckles locking up from the count, plus all these paper cuts.
They got me tapping in with the counts now that I'm papered up.
LOL, it's mania to think about how we came from nothing.
Yank for nothing.
Wild niggas get spanked for nothing.
He ain't a shooter if he shooting and just grazing brains.
Locations is everything when you raise them younger.
I done been questioned for everything, always stay the hundred.
My little cousins be banging, I'm trying to save them from it.
Told them run it up on these niggas, don't let them take it from you.
