Lyrics: Jacob Reske/Kenneth Charles Blume III/Vincent Staples
Music: Jacob Reske/Kenneth Charles Blume III/Vincent Staples
City goin up, so you betta bust
Finna see who really one of us
Really spillin blood
Everybody tough, til they gotta go & see the judge
Nigga betta hush, remember growing up
All I wanted was to be was a thug
Wanted me a plug
To get a lil bread, shoot a couple niggas in the head
Still outside, I don’t hide, from this shit for life
Had to fight, for my life, took them hits in stride
If I die, for the guys, have my candlelight
Goin up, like the club, after that go slide
Are you with that? I want get bacc
I’m gon hop out & cracc
Are you with that? I want big raccs
I’m gon flocc, I’m gon stacc
Are you with that?
Won’t forget that shit I saw in my past
Are you with that like I’m with that?
Hope you watchin your bacc
Yeah, whenever I miss those days
Visit my crips that lay, under the ground
Runnin around, we was them kids that played
All in the street, following leads
Of niggas who lost they ways
Some of them outside still
Some of them inside graves
I’m a real beach boy, come ride my wave
Left me with a either or
Fill these voids or fill my bank
Blue strips only, you switched on me
Mama told me bout you snakes
Keep my shit off safety, you know you cant never be too safe
Are you with that? I want get bacc
I’m gon hop out & cracc
Are you with that? I want big raccs
I’m gon flocc, I’m gon stacc
Are you with that?
Won’t forget that shit I saw in my past
Are you with that like I’m with that?
Hope you watchin your bacc