I'm just a young man that's tryna get by today
Ain't nobody tryna die today
I'm tryna make it back home to get high today
But if a nigga fuckin' with me, then it's bombs away
Okay, I was on the South side, headed to the East side
Know that when I'm outside, heat right beside
Leave a nigga with a deep cut like a B-Side
All that gangbangin', nigga shoulda chucked the peace sign
Swerve in the AMG, it used to be the Nisan
The outside ketchup, the inside dijon
This not GTA, I pop it, you won't respawn
Can't respect the disses, if you drop it, I won't respond
Pull up to the show and get the fade in front of the fans
"Nigga, you suck", what I'm sayin' from the stands
Nah, I ain't rich, but I made a hundred bands
She just fell in love, but I may just fuck her friend
I hit his dream girl, but I ain't gon' rub it in
Young nigga eating, pull up in a Cullinan
The Goyard bag don't fit the racks, don't stuff 'em in
I said a hundred, but I meant a hundred and ten
Damn, I just spend a fuckin' Benz
Niggas talkin' shit, but won't spend a fuckin' band
On God, nigga, hehe, yeah
I'm just a young man that's tryna get by today
Ain't nobody tryna die today
I'm tryna make it back home to get high today
But if a nigga fuckin' with me, then it's bombs away
Okay
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