Young Zoo, in this motherfucker

[Verse 1]
Shit, I keep walking on this fucking road
Trying to reach my fucking goal
I think I lost my soul, but I guess I'm glad I found you
Show me what that mouth do, Ready for round two
Trying to reach that paradise, just don't know how to
Yeah I'm fine, but my pockets got some holes in it
Wanna live that life until it's all finished
It's pretty simple, don't get so scientific
For the most part, count your blessings and mind your business

[Verse 2]
Keep your mind on your business
Things are looking up, homie
We finna [?] rich kids
We came in this world with nothing, but we finna leave with bitches
Notice how the tables turn and hate switches
They say 'fuck you' then they love you
I love the clouds that I look up to
Shit, I finna dip and smoke a blunt or two, a blunt or two
Break it down, make a sound, show me love when I'm around

[Verse 3]
Ain't no kidding round these parts , You know we roll fats
Smoking on this backwoods, homie they get more packs
Where the hoes at?
I fuck hoes, where the dough at?
Really fuck the bad times, I hope I don't go back
Young Zoolander, spitting gold raps
Ain't nobody got my back but me, and now I know that
Gotta keep the wheels spinning on my own track
And free my brother that's a real one
Still making songs, give me props if you feel some

(Do you feel it?)