| Shit, uh
|
| I was in the car ridin with my um grandfather
|
| On my daddy side, you know my daddy in jail, he told me
|
| He was like
|
| You gotta pay the cost to be the boss
|
| Always been my dream for me to make it to the top
|
| They act like they don’t believe me but shit I promise I won’t stop (no I want
|
| stop
|
| Never fold, never speak on what I know, what I was taught
|
| Forever ride for my bros what I was taught
|
| Fuck that bitch and let her go what I was taught
|
| Stack my money up til I can buy a vault
|
| Stand on all 10 toes and hold ya own what I was taught
|
| Uh never give up on my brother
|
| Uh never say no to my sister
|
| Young nigga come straight out that gutta
|
| Errday on the block we be hustlin'
|
| What I do gotta keep on the hunnit
|
| If I get jammed want never say nothing
|
| Everywhere that I go eyes be on me
|
| Up from the hip if you try to take something
|
| Triple war 38, here I’m from (the nawf)
|
| I had to go hard to come up
|
| I remember I stuck, I go hit tha lick by myself
|
| Nigga know that’s the gang that I rep
|
| I’m not sellin' my soul for wealth
|
| Gotta maintain while I’m still takin' these steps
|
| Free all my bros it’s still fuck 12
|
| Sippin' syrup while I gather my thoughts
|
| Forever doin what I was taught
|
| These niggas ain’t solid they runnin' they mouth
|
| In Houston with Dopeboy I’m drippin' the sauce
|
| Just went shot a video in the loft
|
| Ridin' in a foreign never gave my way round
|
| I’m finna be one of the dumbest in town
|
| Got the major labels callin' my phone
|
| I’m gang, Youngboy
|
| You gotta pay the cost to be the boss
|
| Always been my dream for me to make it to the top
|
| They act like they don’t believe me but shit I promise I won’t stop (no I want
|
| stop
|
| Never fold, never speak on what I know, what I was taught
|
| Forever ride for my bros what I was taught
|
| Fuck that bitch and let her go what I was taught
|
| Stack my money up til I can buy a vault
|
| Stand on all 10 toes and hold ya own what I was taught
|
| Ride to that money like I work for brinks truck
|
| Chasing that sack I can’t stop gotta run it up
|
| Leaving my shows and them hoes they be chasing us
|
| Flexin' so hard that them niggas be hatin' us
|
| I remember ain’t nobody believe in us
|
| They want a song, but no I don’t fuck with them
|
| Not trusting these hoes, you know I ain’t lovin' them
|
| He ain’t my gang, you know ion run with them
|
| Callin' the shots what the fuck do you mean?
|
| Ain’t no nigga roboting my beef
|
| Me and twin full of pills on the scene
|
| Got that hammer stuffed up in my jeans
|
| Hit the stage and turn up with my team
|
| Get that dough and perform then I leave
|
| Ain’t got no time to meet and greet
|
| I’m dosing off from that lean
|
| But I’m back to back pouring up these 4's yeaahh
|
| Catch me turnt up bad stuntin' on these hoes yeaahhh
|
| Steady hit my dance, thuggin with my bros yeaahh
|
| Always kickin' shit show em' how it goes yeaahh
|
| You gotta pay the cost to be the boss
|
| Always been my dream for me to make it to the top
|
| They act like they don’t believe me but shit I promise I won’t stop (no I want
|
| stop
|
| Never fold, never speak on what I know, what I was taught
|
| Forever ride for my bros what I was taught
|
| Fuck that bitch and let her go what I was taught
|
| Stack my money up til I can buy a vault
|
| Stand on all 10 toes and hold ya own what I was taught |