[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young n***a, I got issues
On the grind,I got plans to get richer
Young n***a, I got issues
I didn't wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
[?] no more
Done cut off a lot of my hoes
You n***as know how this shit goes
Shawdy wanna ride when you get doegh
Shawdy wanna go when you get low
[?] onto the next one
They on you as long as the check come
Thank you, you're welcome
[?] in the bricks, god couldn't help him
Don't listen to what I tell them
Then I have to go bail them
In the pyrex, charges [?]
Turning through all of this
Stoves keep on burning, [?] is what they calling it
I finally learned it, you n***as ain't got love for me
Long as I got the Kush, it always gon keep me company
Now I got the push, thank you for what you've done for me
[?] don't mean you're the one for me
I got issues
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young n***a, I got issues
On the grind,I got plans to get richer
Young n***a, I got issues
I didn't wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz!
They say my partner out of jail, so the crime rate whent up
I got an old school to make you put that shit up
4's on the whip, make the car like 6
Bought my girl a bag with [?] extention
I need intervention, I need competition
Cause I get my head on, baby, car collision
To see what I'm doing, you need baller vision
And when I walk in the spot, I get all the bitches
I'm in the latest Ralph Lauron, mall addition
I'm a cool ass n***a, ar condition
I'm watching HD life in the big picture
I'm just a young fly n***a tryna get richer

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young n***a, I got issues
On the grind,I got plans to get richer
Young n***a, I got issues
I didn't wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture
[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
Ralph Lauron fashion, pants saggin
40 Cal [?] gon jam on me
Know you n***as wanna tell on me
Got plenty of tells, when I fail or when I fall, [?]
None of y'all, still I crawl back to ball
Money talks, stack it tall
So the next time I fall, I'll be fallin to the next time I fall
Still fallen, ain't no peace while we waring
Want peace, come up off it
Street sargent [?]
Catch me patting n***as' pockets, pullin pistols if they watchin
And I'm pimpin like the systom, puttin bitches on the market
I wake up everyday and hit the streets like I'm starving
Pullin out that toaster for that toast and them ghosts