[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Young sack runner
YSR shit

[Hook: YSR Gramz]
N***a I’m from Flint where they kill shit
I’m out here with my little brother making pill flips
He just got his first gun take him on a field trip
You let a n***a sell you fake drank and you still sipped it
He just got his money up he acting real different
I’m in the booth right now with some real n***as
I’m in Cali right now it look real different
No cap

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Where I’m from bitch I grew up round real killers
If I ain’t rap right now I’d be a drug dealer
If you ain’t tryna make a hundred thousand I can’t thug with ya
I just made one call pull up with the drugs n***a
If you can’t keep it real I don’t fuck with ya
This one bitch brokе my heart I don’t trust women
My best friеnd switched up I don’t trust n***as
Jackman just called he know I fuck with him
I just rolled a three point five it been a long day
We was just fucked up we came a long way
Always knew I’d be rich n***a one day
N***as stay up in your lane it’s a one way
[Hook: YSR Gramz]
N***a I’m from Flint where they kill shit
I’m out here with my little brother making pill flips
He just got his first gun take him on a field trip
You let a n***a sell you fake drank and you still sipped it
He just got his money up he acting real different
I’m in the booth right now with some real n***as
I’m in Cali right now it look real different
No cap

[Verse 2: Jackman Raps]
No cap
California look way different man
Shit we probably up next because of this
Aye
Haven’t I had enough yet
I put in work from the first to the sunset
For what it’s worth since my birth I been dumb flexed
Smoking herb spreading the word about what comes next
I’m on the curb drunk and I swerved drop it like funk flex
Picked up a thot she kinda hot we just had drunk sex
Back to my grind not wasting time told you we up next
Back to my grind not wasting time told you we up next
I think they messed up cuz we next up
I got your bitches number I think I’ll text her
Your bitch give good head straight from the neck up
And she got a round fat ass straight outta Texas
She like to mix sugar with grits when she eat breakfast
Then she pull away in her car, and it’s a Lexus
She sent me a cute pic of her cat, I’m bout to wreck this
Ha, yeah, I’m finna wreck shit
I’m not the type to mess with
Leave yo ass breathless
You couldn’t even breathe if you could see where all the rest went
Yes sir I’m a misfit
Say it with my chest bitch
Show up to the cookout with a K because I’m reckless
I used to be the lookout now I feel like I’m the best bitch
Me and Quavis used to hit Marc Dee’s and smoke the best shit
I’m still smoking backwoods, dreaming bout a Bentley
I just wanna make sure that my city don’t forget me