Hook:
Can't die Young
But I live fast
Stay an outcast
N***a, woah! (aye) [x2]
Are you ready?
Yeah
Are you ready?
Yeah
Bottles heavy
Yeah, woah! (aye) [x2]

All my n***as on patrol
You know the motto
You can never trust a hoe
They ain't never take it slow
They go from fresh meat to
Someone else's Sloppy Joe
Please don't ever call me bro
Put some respect on my mama's womb
N***a, no
Don't you know I'm ‘bout to blow?
I don't need complications
With my bloods or the pros
You’re a con
I'm a teenage icon
Can't go to war with the kids, n***a
Rap coz I love it
You rap when I say wrap it up
I call shots and you bleed n***a
But we started off on the wrong foot
In the right door
Now we run game
They used to call us names
Now they can't say 'em out loud
Coz it's all vain
Was a broke n***a with a broken fam
You know how it goes
Things change n***a
N***as marvel when
The ride I'm in is flames
I'm the new Nicholas Cage n***a
Lord knows how I tolerated every person
In my face til' 17
Had to make it happen quick
So the boy stopped school
Started chasing dreams
Yap yap
Always talk facts
SoundCloud owe me plaques
Check the stats
Checkmate on a blind date
Put the pussy on the plate
See no hate from the fakes
Uh

Hook (x2)

It was hard
Me and bros came straight up
From the floor
They like the sound
So we had to bust their doors
Came through with the slaps
That they just couldn’t ignore
Came through with the slaps
Yeah
Got ‘em asking for...
More!
Holding it down for the young n***as
We the hottest out
Who the fuck you talking ‘bout
If it ain’t fucking us, n***a?
Aye
Hush, n***a
We might turn you into dust n***a
We be getting big bread
Why y’all still fighting over crumbs, n***a
Goddamn
Dropped outta school to get rich
I just had to take the risk
Had to do it for my kid
Can’t give a fuck ‘bout a bitch
Nah
Put it in
Ain’t gon’ stop ‘til I make me a ‘mil
Yeah
4AM
And we outtchea trapping in the hills

Hook (x2)

Be quiet
The dead do not speak n***a
Baby boy, Big Hash & Fuego
Be honest
How cold are your feet, n***a?
One hand on the bible
One hand on the gun when I
Hop on a beat, n***a
If they put out 50
We move as a unit
Come show us you’re G, n***a

Rubber band gang
Fuck a bank
Up again
I got no one to thank
Doing me and it’s something you ain’t
They wonder like
“why ain’t he takin’ a break
You ain’t got much on your plate
We eating
You already ate
You cannot have it your way
Look you dead in the face
Look alive when I tell you that
You cannot have it your way
You did not go through the pain
We wasn’t brought up the same
She ask do I got what it take and
I told that lil’ bitch that I’m already taken
I took that video down
But it’s up again
I guess she already saved it
I don’t give a fuck if she hate it
She cannot have it her way
Fresh to death
Digging up my own grave
You boys ain’t accustomed to fame
Look you dead in the face
Look alive when I tell you that
You cannot have it your way

Hook (x2)