[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
It’s Paco
Long live Duwop
Yeah, yeah
Way block shit

[Chorus]
These n***as wilding, can’t take the violence
My glizzy’s firing, if they think I’m fighting
See I do the most, and I ain’t got no manners
Just sell some food, and watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain’t got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain’t got no chill
Independent fuck a deal
It gets real in the field
4-5 kicking like it’s FIFA
Fuck a thousand, want a mill'
Swear we really in the trenches

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I want your life don’t want your jewelry
Can’t lеt nobody make a fool of me
It took a while for mе to figure out
I’m tryna grind ain’t tryna hear you speaking
Went to they block, and left they homie leaking
I’m with the same n***as everywhere
Can’t see these lames in these Cartier's
Mom raised a real n***a, don’t really feel n***as
These n***as broke, these n***as bummy so they always stressing
I keep that street shit off the net, my opps don’t get the message
Free my n***a Murda, and it gon be a murder
Gotta keep my 26, and keep doing this music
[Chorus]
These n***as wilding, can’t take the violence
My glizzy’s firing, if they think I’m fighting
See I do the most, and I ain’t got no manners
Just sell some food, and watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain’t got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain’t got no chill
Independent fuck a deal
It gets real in the field
4-5 kicking like it’s FIFA
Fuck a thousand, want a mill'
Swear we really in the trenches

[Verse 2]
This war will never see the end
Just filled his homie up with hollows
Say it’s up, and never slide
Hate on me but still I’m better
N***as pissed that I’m too clever
You a bitch you soft like feathers
All that talking doesn’t matter
'Cause my pockets looking different
Straight from the projects, ain’t taking hand outs
Back then ain’t have nobody, swear I got fans now
They keep on talking 'bout me till they say man down (Man down)
Ain’t got no manners
These n***as fools ain’t got no standards
I’m the type of n***a pull up make you vanish
See I ain’t ordinary
So all these n***as fear me
Who don’t hear gon' feel
Let me say this clearly
[Chorus]
These n***as wilding, can’t take the violence
My glizzy’s firing, if they think I’m fighting
See I do the most, and I ain’t got no manners
Just sell some food, and watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain’t got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain’t got no chill
Independent fuck a deal
It gets real in the field
4-5 kicking like it’s FIFA
Fuck a thousand, want a mill'
Swear we really in the trenches