Young N Dumb
Polo GWe was out here gangbangin' now
Posted on the block my chain swangin'
Oh to be young and dumb
Don't believe in one on ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die gotta be smart
And keep you a gun
My homie died heard his mama cry
RIP to her son
Wasn't on point he'd be alive
He ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive
This the life of the slums
In that black hearse took his last ride
In the dirt now he done
So much goin' on I can't feel a thing
I think that I'm numb
Pay attention to detail
Made a million off my email
Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells
But it could be a Glock 23 shell
Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed
Where I come from we don't see Yale
Block baby I'm a trap scholar
I really studied them streets well
Eyeball the work we don't need scales
I got baking soda on resale
He'd do anything not to see jail
No respect if he act like a female
He really a bitch uh
I gave my glizzy a switch
Four seconds we empty a stick
Bro just like Curry he really don't miss uh
Oh to be young and dumb
Don't believe in one on ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die
Gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died heard his mama cry
RIP to her son
Wasn't on point he'd be alive
He ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive
This the life of the slums
In that black hearse took his last ride
In the dirt now he done
So much goin' on I can't feel a thing
I think that I'm numb
Society got too many distractions
Every problem don't need a reaction
Toughest niggas they be in the past tense
Even though kept his heat he was lackin'
Lost his homie he seen the shit happen
Knee deep in that beef it was crackin'
All his trauma increasin' the damage
Hot shit with 'em demons attractin'
This shit'll leave you writin' love letters
From a county cell
Have you fight in your sleep
'Cause you haunted from soul odors
Dead body smell
Face to face with the devil
And he got control on him
'Cause he know him well
He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him
Another chance 'fore he go to Hell
Oh to be young and dumb
Don't believe in one on ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die gotta be smart
And keep you a gun
My homie died heard his mama cry
RIP to her son
Wasn't on point he'd be alive
He ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive
This the life of the slums
In that black hearse took his last ride
in the dirt now he done
So much goin' on I can't feel a thing
I think that I'm numb