[Intro]
Uh

[Chorus]
Young n***a out them trenches done ran up a ticket
Young n***a ridin' Bentleys, come from Honda Civics
You try to tell 'em how you feel and they don't never listen
He done got the bag, he on they ass, he finna make 'em feel it
I ain't got no limits, I'ma stack mine to the ceiling
Lord knows that I been sinning, we need to talk, it been a minute
I'll admit it, I know I'm a menace, on the road to riches
Hope you can forgive me, I'm just tryna get it, ayy

[Verse 1]
I ran up a ticket, spent a couple thousand on my wrist
Can't get caught up with these bitches, know they only 'round me for my riches
She stayed around when I was down and she kept that shit the realest
Two thousand dollars on her tennis
Now I got her shinin' like a light show, Michael Jackson, dancin' in this bitch
Only I know, you wouldn't understand all the risks
That we was takin' for this shit, on God
This shit get way worser than us, I swear
This ain't even the half of it
This shit just came to us, we ain't ask for it
'Member I used to dream about two hundred on my dashboard
I was told to keep your hands clean, n***a, that's what that bag for
And you better die about it if you stand for it
[Chorus]
Young n***a out them trenches done ran up a ticket
Young n***a ridin' Bentleys, come from Honda Civics
You try to tell 'em how you feel and they don't never listen
He done got the bag, he on they ass, he finna make 'em feel it
I ain't got no limits, I'ma stack mine to the ceiling
Lord knows that I been sinning, we need to talk, it been a minute
I'll admit it, I know I'm a menace, on the road to riches
Hope you can forgive me, I'm just tryna get it, uh

[Verse 2]
I got in my bag, I had to level up
I had to dig in the mud, they ain't wanna show me love
Now we wake up and spend a couple thousand just because
I remember we was stuck, shit, like Chuck (On God)
We ain't have no luck (Luck)
I had to go grind for this shit, now I'm lit (Yeah)
I ain't got no time for no bitch, tryna get rich
Oh, took a whole lot of risks, did a whole lot of shit
Did a whole lot of shit (Oh, nah)
We done took a whole lot of risks, talkin' 'bout whole lot of risks, talkin' 'bout whole lot of risks, uh
We done did a whole lot of shit, uh, whole lot of risks, now I'm lit

[Chorus]
Young n***a out them trenches done ran up a ticket
Young n***a ridin' Bentleys, come from Honda Civics
You try to tell 'em how you feel and they don't never listen
He done got the bag, he on they ass, he finna make 'em feel it
I ain't got no limits, I'ma stack mine to the ceiling
Lord knows that I been sinning, we need to talk, it been a minute
I'll admit it, I know I'm a menace, on the road to riches
Hope you can forgive me, I'm just tryna get it, uh