[Intro]
Paupa Got Beats making history, on God

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Young n***a, Glock on me with my chains on
I can never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one n***a that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My n***as ride for me, yeah, we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love

[Verse 1: E-40]
Decades, decades, I been in it for decades (Decades)
Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-tin-ane
Cocaine, cocaine comin' up outta the gih-name (Gih-name)
Magazine that's the street I clih-name
Some of my comrades doin' it big, some of my comrades doin' it small
Me personally, I sell music and alcohol
They call me E-40, I'm not a phony (Phony)
The soil love me like fried bologna (Fried bologna)
I'm havin' my cheese and grits with my prawns and my fried fish
Back in the glory days, I used to sell hella bricks
Then I went into hibernation and took a vacation (How many years ago?)
Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations (Limitation)
When I was flea-flickin', I was servin' the other side (For real?)
But they didn't even know, just me and my guys (The deal)
The other side can't be anywhere in your city (Anywhere)
When there was a drought I was breakin' down zippies (Onions)
Bitch
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Young n***a, Glock on me with my chains on
I can never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one n***a that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My n***as ride for me, yeah, we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love

[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
Big bag, I been getting to the money
I know n***as out here really wish I'm bummy
Glock twenty-three tucked by the tummy
Cocked it back, pull the trigger, n***a, please don't be a dummy
We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off
If we catch an opp slippin', let them Glocks off
All my n***as official and y'all be knockoffs
Bitch, we do this in loving memory of Popoff, uh
I been gettin' to the bag, put on for my section
I can't really trust a soul so I keep a weapon
Got Balencis on my feet every time I step in
Two fingers with a thumb, you know what I'm reppin'
Young n***a and I gotta get my bang on
Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on
Big chopper, enemigos we gon' rain on
Young n***a, I'm just tryna put the gang on
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Young n***a, Glock on me with my chains on
I could never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one n***a that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My n***as ride for me, yeah we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love