[Verse 1]
My n***a told me please don’t switch up on the older yute
I had a chance to make it out the streets of avenue
And girl I know It’s hard to love me I won’t put you through it
And we was knee deep in these streets, no we don’t play for shooters
And why they think they lying cause I really do this
Jumped on the stage, I’m getting chills I’m getting used to music
I’m tryna get me out the streets and get to Hollywood

[Hook]
I don’t get offended when these n***as say I went Hollywood
There’s so much hoes I couldn’t fuck but now I probably could
She said your in the streets to much
And do you trust your dargs enough
If they had the chance to snake me then they probably would
I let my [?] down in the trenches cause I love the hood
And if the fame doesn’t change them then the money would
Cause I seen n***as acting crazy when the money good
(They acting crazy when the money good)

[Verse 2]
What gang u reppin’?
You better off lying to us
And my life changed the first time I made 5 in a month
Grew up protected broski snuck him a 9 in the club
And in my city we just known for them knifes and them guns
And they ain’t wrong, they ain’t wrong
We ain’t with the talk so if it’s on, then it’s on
I’m tryna find a way to put my story on my songs
And n***as die for less but we just tryna make it home
I [?] way too many [?] we slidin shooting like he’s [?] Dennis
N***as getting high up on the block but they ain’t made a penny
Then I gave them guns and told them slide, make ‘em pay a penny
(And make him pay a penny)
(Woah yeah)
(And why they think I’m lying yeah I really do this
Jumped on the stage I got chills I’m used to making music
I’m tryna get me out the streets and move to Hollywood)