(Young Lungs and Cian P)

[Verse]: Cian P
I wake up and count up my money
How you broken but still stuten
When back to bed off a hunna pack
Dreamin sceamin on a hundred racks
I can't not trust these bitches
I can't not love these bitches
Yeah, I only love my mom
Cut you out with the quickness
Moving waves about my fitness
Since seventh grade I've been lifted
Been getting paid since a infant
I'm just trying to live life like it's christmas
I know what I'm doing
So don't bother me
I sip out the bottle of hennessy
I just might mix it with that ecstasy
Cian been wildin since grade three
I think I've been going crazy
The toxicated speeding crazy
I'm chasing down them payments
Up and down that freeway bitch

[Verse 2]: Young Lungs
Came up on it
This is honor classic
Graduate on the honor role
Finally cop a sprinter we're on a role
Take a trip to everywhere, I wanna go
Play these shows for a couple people
When I close my eyes, I picture wanting more
Feeling better since the drop of demons
Now we comin harder than we did before
Fellen into it for a couple months
I finally had the strength to shake it off
Back to business
Back to ben
Last few minutes
Lackin about to be taken off
They hate when your local
But love when you blow
And I'm gonna go local bitch
I'm gonna go crazy
They all gonna hate me
They all gonna hate me
They hate when your local
But love when you blow
And I'm gonna go local bitch
I'm gonna go crazy
They all gonna hate me
Why do they all gonna hate me