Fuck a nigga, mean dee, see the heat coming, Young nigga caught slipping, now the streets thumping, Police been on my back since a youngeen, Gotta hustle hard, never know what the moon brings. Ice on my wrist, you can see how it glisten, Beamer with the blue laser, you know I ain’t trippin’. Hundred on my head, but I’m still out here flexing, Glock with the switch, man, this life is perplexing. (Chorus) See blue lights, and a young nigga start running, Gun 'em down quick, like the heat ain't bluffing. Fuck 12, I’m just tryna get my racks up, Money over bitches, yeah, that’s how we act, bruh. (Verse 2) Spent years in the hood but I’m back in the city, No trust, no loyalty, this life ain’t pretty. Young shooters on the block, flipping packs, that’s a given, Drowning in this struggle, but I’m never just living. Icy Cuban on my neck, hold my weight like a boss, Turbulence in the game, but I’m never taking a loss. Blood, Killa, we all in this together, Got my fam by my side, so you know we getting better. certified crip I don't just look like baby I'm alpha male I leave wetter then dream (Chorus) See blue lights, and a young nigga start running, Gun 'em down quick, like the heat ain't bluffing. Fuck 12, I’m just tryna get my racks up, Money over bitches, yeah, that’s how we act, bruh. (Bridge) Flipping, flexing, cashing checks, that’s the motto, Living like a king, with dreams that I borrow. Going global, industry can't hold us down, From the block to the top, yeah, we run this town. (Verse 3) Fake friends in the rear, they just watch me from afar, Ambition in my veins, I'm a shining star. Power from the struggle, respect I demand, In this concrete jungle, gotta make my stand. Blue lights flash, I’m a ghost when they come, Young nigga learned quick, life ain’t no fun. Ice on my wrist, but I’m grinding for more, Ain't no settling down, gotta even the score. (Chorus) See blue lights, and a young nigga start running, Gun 'em down quick, like the heat ain't bluffing. Fuck 12, I’m just tryna get my racks up, Money over bitches, yeah, that’s how we act, bruh. (Outro) From the bottom to the top, feel the fire ignite, Young nigga on the rise, watch me take flight. In the city, we hustle, with power and might, See blue lights, but we ready for the fight.