Young jocc, young jocc ooh, young blood, young troops ayy. Black gang on your block ayy sliding on the opps. Cold nights, cold blocks, cold opps and callin all the cops you see 12 better run niggas. Better watch your steps don't trip and fall. We hopped in a truck and sped away, made it to the hood and we all saved. Diss all my homies and you dead meat. If you not a witness better run bitch. We the savage gang, we the savage gang, we the savage gang, we the savage ayy boom! call Talibar thats our homies rich from the ghetto. He gon blow your ass down. Military bases on our tail ayy better move along. You don't want no smoke better mind your business. Got ourselves some glocks 21's. R.I.P to my big homie he sacrificed himself for the gang. Everyday I pray for my homies hopin shit goes cool. Just tryna make some couple bills just so I can feed the whole gang. I spread all my pain in theses verses, don't go in the streets it's not safe. Went through alot in my past life now I'm tryna change for good. Streets got reminiscing all about my day ones. Miss the past it was cool at times. Young jocc, young jocc ooh, young blood, young troops ayy.