[Intro: Young Social]
Yeah
Alright, alright
Yeah, uh, yeah
Alright, alright
Yo this some real classic shit right here
Seezy, Goldie, aye

[Hook: Young Social]
I said y'all n***as can't fuck with me
I got your girlfriend she making love to me
I'm bumping on her audio CD
What else you expect from OTWB (x2)

[Verse 1: Young Social]
I be that young killer from the block
In the city where the bitches taking cock for rock, alright
In the city with homeless slumped on the sidewalk
Barely even able to talk
I'm just looking for a girl with lightskin
Fuck the wifing, that shit for grown men
She got big titties for groping
After being cheated on this is how I'm coping
That's right, the young sensitive asshole
Just looking to get high, pass the bath salts
People say my perspective is all wrong
That's why depression linger in my songs
Radical, that's mathematical
Adventure time, where's my magic domestic animal
Eating all these rappers like a motherfucking cannibal
When I die I promise I'll be autobiographical
I'm so real, y'all electromechanical
I own the banks, run the operating capitals
My life be looking so fucking rational
When I saw your video I thought it was theatrical
Young Social probably sounding neoclassical
I don't discriminate, I fuck multinational
Don't like religion, I'm not ecclesiastical
But hey... that's understandable

[Hook: Young Social]

[Verse 2: OG Goldie]
It's like this and like that and like this and a
OG smoking OG cannabis
Fuck with a n***a, need a bitch that can fuck a n***a
Who will put down good, when I leave make me miss her
Grew up in a city where 112 is a hated number
5-0 is another motherfucker
Who be ducking when the pistols bussin', never lacking
Cause if u walking by yourself karma comes around
And 12, when you unarmed, they'll put you down
Even if u beg for mercy they won't hear another sound
Mothers crying cause they probably lost their only child
Or one of many it's still fucked up on how it sound
The politic parties never wanna go cause they suck
White cinnamon tree is what I'm under
Got shade so u n***as can't hate on the n***a
White grape, pomegranate, switch lanes I'm great
Let's just lean on me while I sip lean
Wanna see them purple dreams sky high I'm a fiend
Born in '99 lyrics like I'm Joey Bada$$
Stash cash incase a n***a try to finesse my ass
Trying to be the best but always got some n***a at my neck
So imma keep me a tech, ain't no wearing a proof vest
Momma told me don't get sucked in by them triangles
My mind gone I think I see my angels
It's just the high that I'm on
I wanna see who gon' miss when I'm gone
But I'm not alone
Out This World, it's nothing new
Portal gang is the crew, yeah

[Hook: Young Social]