[Intro]
[?]
Yeah, you know
See you gotta tell what you got, what he got
[?]
Yeah

[Verse]
I know my granny hear the youngin' calling, Lord I remember
Telling her I would make it, I just knew she seen the vision
Overlapping money help me with my intuition
I'm just sticking to the mission tryna overcome the trenches
Ceiling fan wouldn't work so when I rap I know the boys hot
Folks all at spot I had to set up at my boy spot, for real
Narcotic money fast but it won't never last
Too many setbacks, the throne I gotta take that
Me and Wodie go way back, from break ins to burglaries
Streets need help, I'm the n***a doing surgery
Streets ain't being heard, I'm the n***a shed light
Young it's broad day, ain't nobody fitin to fight
I knocked it out the frame, you know I had to hit it right, yeah
Beat it up, bust on her face and in the morning catch a flight, slimey
Huh, and all my young n***as grimey
Yuh, huh, oh

[Chorus]
Is it the way that we be kickin' shit? Oh
Little shorty thicker than some fish and grits, oh
I got the sauce like an arithmetic, oh
I'm just a young n***a that's gettin it, oh
Is it the way that we be kickin' shit? Oh
Little shorty thicker than some fish and grits, oh
I got the sauce like an arithmetic, oh
I'm just a young n***a that's gettin it, oh