Young thugs In the city they all cold blooded
I had to ace boogie the hustle cuz I couldn't love it
kept my 3rd eye on the streets cuz I couldn't trust it
toy souldiers with them hammers they just wanna bust it
bust it bust it down cash bust it down
young homies smoking dirt call it bobby brown
they rep they homies on a shirt and wear it round the town
interrogation like communion not a sound
don't see no limit like it's master p
and I'm just running to the moon like someone after me
every Monday after school another casualty
and these youngings repping they gang on a graphic tee
who am I to talk a while ago see that was me
and u couldn't tell me nothing if it wasn't fee
and the game it got sold boy it wasn't for the free
God fearing but I walked around like I'm a G
know some killers money grippers and some drug dealers
young girls growing up to be gold diggers
glorying instagram and how they see the strippers
sometimes I feel like social media the biggest killer
it's all fakeit ain't no love in ya software of life swear it got some bugs in it
God got me high and he don't got no bud in it
and where he taking me I promise you im loving it
everybody thinking money Mitch
and reset it near the end and let the game a glitch
until they hearing 30 years then they turn snitch
Never thought that chasing money ending like this
Staying humble in this cold world
I'm just praying for the best and my ole girl
Raise awareness bout the streets and what be going on
I'm just trying to live it right cuz everyday im wrong.