once apon a time i was young and confused once apon time i aint even kno wat to do young dumb nigga out hangin wit da crew thinkin bout da same shit dat got us in dis loop i always wished of a day i could be rich dat means i wish of a day u a be a lick 308s tear yo face off try not to run yo lips u always can see a bitch nigga wen dey gossipin use to be a broke nigga den jumped out fresh cuz i get halfs fa da 40 dey dont kno bout dat couple days now im talkin bout i wanna cop dat got my bitch hands filled up wit shoppin bags aint never had shit bt i make sure i bust the tag nd u niggas dat keep it on it make u look sad yo bitch try to mind her buisness wen i walk pass her sneak peek out the corner make u look bad 2 glocks on both sides i walk like steve arckel dese death tools just go wit da posture i aint tryna hurt em real recognize real aint gotta draw da burner i got some bad bitches i kno dat take yo bitch and turn her