[Intro]
Ayy, this for them 9th Street hardheads, man (KG made it)
This for every young n***a out there, man
You hear me?
Put it in they motherfucking face, n***a
For real

[Verse 1]
My lil' brother rocking USPA, we wasn't having Nike
Grew up in the gutter, wasn't no structure, it took sacrifices
High speed, ain't have a license (Skrrt)
White folks gon' extradite me
Pussy bitch ain't never write me
Locked down, I'm letter writin'
Thousand push-ups every night, I hurt them hoes feelings (Feelings)
Waitin' on parole, starin' at a closed ceiling (Ceiling)
Sleepin' on my mama couch, was thinkin' 'bout a million (Million)
Residue on my clothes, sellin' 'bows out a building
Record label just called me, they wanna see me in New York (Yep)
Crippin' like I'm from Cali, I'm pimpin' bitches like Too Short (Crip)
Posted up the ally, puttin' PCP on my Newports
Bitches, they used to dog me, I'm ballin' like it was two courts
Northside thuggin' like New Orleans in the '90s (Wah)
Grew up on BG, had a BB gun in my diapers
Cellblock 33 when I had to sleep with the lifers
If a n***a play me, knife him, that shit turned me to a tiger (Grr)
Heart barely beating from the betrayals and the stab wounds
Late night with great whites, been posted up since past noon
Gave my dog fifty, ain't see my n***a since last June
Locked me up at eleven, brought a weapon to my classroom
Ever since a toddler age, I promise it's been turbulence (Turbulence)
Opps said they gon' stop my days, they promise they gon' murder men (Murder)
I ain't with all that dissin', you can miss me with that verbal shit
Chopper sticks on a mission, spin his trenches with some urgency (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
[Chorus]
Young n***a trappin', if you trappin', trap your ass off
Young n***a jackin', if you jackin', jack your ass off
Free bands in my Guccis, think I'm Future with my mask off
Never gave a fuck about no music, I'll crash out

[Verse 2]
Throwin' up my section in another n***a trenches (Trenches)
Rock out with that Glock out, I'm like Popeye on the spinach (Spinach)
Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, don't do it for no image
Outside where they be spinnin'
Glock 9 in my Givenchy (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

[Chorus]
Young n***a trappin', if you trappin', trap your ass off (Trap)
Young n***a jackin', if you jackin', jack your ass off (Give it up)
Free bands in my Guccis, think I'm Future with my mask off
Never gave a fuck about no music, I'll crash out (Quit)

[Outro]
I'll crash out
Ayy, and you n***as know where to find me at, n***a
You hear me?
Right across the creek, n***a
On my mama, n***a, Green Stone Pound, n***a
Yeah, four pistol or no pistols, n***a
Yeah, n***a, you n***as got a whole football team, n***a, I'll be one deep
You hear me?
On my mama
Still gon' lay dead in the street behind that shit, n***a
On my mama, n***a
Yeah
God forgive, I don't
Pussy-ass n***a