[Intro]
I'm a young wild n***a, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name (Damn Callan)

[Chorus]
I'm a young wild n***a, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang
I'm a young wild n***a, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang

[Verse 1]
I put that on the gang, I put that on my mama
Strictly Only Brothers, bitch, I still ain't got no patnas
Throw a party on yo' block with all these choppas like I'm Sada
Ain't got no kids, but when I put it in her guts, she call me papa
N***a, fuck rap, puff, puff, pass
Thinking I'm a lick, you's a dumb-dumb ass
And bitch, I need space, get the fuck-fuck back
Got no trust for a bitch, but I trust that strap
We gon' keep on moving forward, never backtrackin'
I went down for two straps, but I'm back packin'
My n***a talk behind my back, I'ma back slap him
And you ain't who you say you is, you be act-actin'
N***a, you's a bitch, n***a, you's a mark
I should take what you got 'cause I can tell you got no heart
If I took your leg and arms, you still wouldn't want no parts
Bitch asked me who I'm is, I just laugh, where should I start?
[Chorus]
I'm a young wild n***a, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang
I'm a young wild n***a, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang

[Verse 2]
I put that on everything that I love
I got plugs, got drugs, got funds and got guns
When you n***as spit a verse, y'all sound like my sons
N***a talking like he sick, bitch n***a, gon' pop some'
Shout out Kilo Curt, he got mob ties
Reach for what's on my neck, he can die trying
In the club ain't shaking that? So you shy-shy?
And if I gotta up this Glock he going bye-bye
'Round some illegal shit like I'm above the law
Really riding with them straps like I ain't fuckin' raw
N***a, even if we was blood I wouldn't fuck wit' y'all
.223s out that chop, knock his stomach off
My bitch keep a baby Glock and some pepper spray
N***a, I'ma let it loose before I hesitate
I got two phones like I'm Kevin Gates
And RIP LA 'cause myself I had to separate, on the gang
[Chorus]
I'm a young wild n***a, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang
I'm a young wild n***a, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang