[Chorus]
I prayed to God that I would make it to the top
A young street n***a tryna make it off the block
I told my n***as yeah, we all we got
I told my n***as yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got

[Verse 1]
Been in the streets all my life
Business beef all my life
I'ma ride if you wrong or right
Pussy n***as gon' be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a minute
Wishing you was here to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing money fast
It was gone as quick as it came
I know when you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm probably feeling the same
We just some young n***as about money
Ain't never shitted on nobody
I do the crime, I do the time
I ain't finna pin it on nobody, hey
My n***a, my shooter, I know he'll do you
He carry that Ruger, he carry that Ruger
My n***as like to rob, I had to tell my lil n***a chill
Fuck around catch a charge
You gon' be gone for about a hundred years
[Chorus]
I prayed to God that I would make it to the top
A young street n***a tryna make it off the block
I told my n***as yeah, we all we got
I told my n***as yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got

[Verse 2]
I'm clutching on iron all through the city
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm really living
Ain't even been to the hood in a minute
These n***as start hating, they want to kill me
Fake love, fuck around and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, won't go for the setup
My foot on the pedal, fuck no I won't let up
Claiming he real, I told him to shut up
I need some real friends and not them fake ones
N***as they changed, supposed to be my day ones
Fuck repping the hood, I'm repping the state
I got a lot on my plate
Go to sleep with a K and don't ever need play
My lil n***a got shot in his face
These lil n***as gon' take your plate if you don't eat
Young n***as tied to the streets
My lil n***a died in these streets
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I prayed to God that I would make it to the top
A young street n***a tryna make it off the block
I told my n***as yeah, we all we got
I told my n***as yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got

[Verse 3]
I just saw my n***as get arrested
I know he was loyal and respected
Told him cool it down, he neglected
Now he at Department of Corrections
Visitation, peeping his expressions
N***a told me that he learned his lesson
Missing from his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, praying for a blessing
You know I got love for your struggle
Even though you keep it on the under
Fuck that n***a, take that n***a under
Shit talking, hit him with a plunger
I just hit a lick for some jiggas
We gon' split it right down the middle
I don't even gotta pay a hitter
That shit just a hobby to my n***a
I ain't ever hiding from you n***as
Turn into Bin Ladin on you n***a
I know you been plottin' on me, scheming
Followed your baby mama to the cleaners
I know where you live, where you sleep at
Send my n***a right to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't want to see that
Cool it down, you don't want to see that
Young n***a, yeah yeah