[Intro]
You're a Genius, McFly
AI
It's the Carter's son
The Carter's
Turn me up a lil'

[Verse 1]
Picture me, new 3D denim, I'm city rollin' (Rollin')
But did I mention this my own clothin'? (Clothin')
The fuck you mean? Made n***a, bought my own Rollie (My own Rollie)
But if them crackers pull me over, they gon' say I stole it
Good mornin', we on it, I went bought two S trophies (Two)
My father left my sis and bros, to them, I feel I owed it (Two)
But let's not be heroic (Nah), 'cause everybody roguish (Nah)
They don't want us totin' guns, but they let the fuckin' killers tote it (Nah, nah)
Let's take a ride and see, though (Mhm), where them people be, though (Mhm-mhm)
Colt 45, the grip design, bought this bitch from Casino (Mhm)
Soprano, no Soprino, we live life like Gambino
Had a show in B-more, after that post on the block with Chino (I'm a hustlin' motherfucker)
Look for a star on every hundred, C note
I'm the top on YouTube, fuck a new school, I don't use no Vevo
These n***as 'round me, they too cruel, they bust tools and die for me, though (Blatt, blatt)
I don't pay money for no life, the murder pay off me, so

[Chorus]
Came out alright
But I'm blinded from the life, I can't see, though (Northside)
(Northside, I'm blinded from this life)
(In the field, Northside for life)
(4KTrey, bitch)
Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they go all out for me, though
[Verse 2]
Suck all the pain up, let's fuck the game up
Plenty n***as on the block pushin' that rock, it's the Carter's son (Yo)
You got your change up, they brought your name up
When it's war, we wet they block, and when it's said, this shit'll never be done (Blatt, blatt-blatt, brrt)

[Refrain]
I can't say I'm fucking with all this involvement (No)
These n***as ain't right and they ballin'
I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama, my baba
Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (Rob all them)

[Verse 3]
Venezuela ventilator
My first trip to Georgia made 'em (Boom)
Some companions with ambition
Double G, NBA native
I wish baptism could've saved us
Never broke until the grave in
Excuse ourselves, knock on the tables
I make a pussy bite the pavement (Bah)

[Refrain]
I can't say I'm fucking with all this involvement (Yeah)
These n***as ain't right and they ballin'
I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama, my baba
Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (Rob all them)
[Chorus]
Came out alright
But I'm blinded from the life, I can't see, though (Oh, oh, oh)
Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock (Yeah)
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they go all out for me, though

[Outro]
That my son, that my slime
He don’t mind dying, it's the Carter's son