Mama always told me,Son, close your mouth when you eatin'.Took me a while to find out she ain't only talkin' bout the dinner table.Talkin' bout the streets too.Stay low-key and run it up, young nigga.Head first when I jump,now the putt, yo.Young nigga ball hard, no cut, yo.Standin' in the kitchen,hittin' it with a fort, yo.Tryna put my old girl in the porch, yo.Cubans all on my neck,all on my wristAt a Haitian restaurant with a Cuban bitchNiggas talk a whole lot,but they ain't doin' *U-Haul, all I do is make moves,bitch Won a J when I couldn't afford to buy the *Now I rock J when I'm workin' out of *On a treadmill with them number threes onWith some three or four hundred dollar headphonesBetter get your old lady,cause she lookin' at meAnd she probably wanna throw that little pussy at meI tell them on the ground when they ask me where I beenI came up, fell off, and bounced back againHad to fall back and get my head right Yeah,I had to get my head rightHad to cut some people off and get my head right Had to duck off and get my bread rightNow that young nigga got his swag up Tell her how I talk,I got my swag upHad to bop in my walk and my swag up I done * around and ran that bag upMusic done loud when I come through Blowin' marijuana out the sunroof* a nigga bitch if I want to Let her ride a dick like a mongooseNeighborhood superstar, I'm that nigga, man Phone full of hoes,pocket full of BenjaminsBack in middle school,they ain't notice me Now these bitches treat me like I'm Jodeci* them good, I kick them out before they go to sleepYeah, my heart real cold,whole four degrees On and off planes,in and out of rental carsAlready drunk, ain't even six o'clock Get money,* a hoe, do drugsSo you pussy ass nigga,no love I'm the type to go broke and get it all backAnd if that ain't a hustler,then what you call that?I had to fall back and get my head right Yeah,I had to get my head rightHad to cut some people off and get my head rightHad to duck off and get my bread right Now that young nigga got his swag upTell her how I talk,I got my swag up Had to bop in my walk,got my swag upHad to fuckin' round and run it back upBack to the wind,chest to the fire Looking at the judge in the eye with a grudge on my mindLosing my temper in this jumper,cause they won't give me bondBut they won't keep me long,walking through the flea marketBouncing like I hit a lick,small talk, convo get shot When I need a brick,I never knew you niggas in the first placeAnd I wanna rob you niggas in the worst wayGet the * from around me with that hoe talkLike the wind,this white blow soft, P-89Press and play, nigga, no pause, take attorneys on a journey like ain't no lawsWon't run till the bomb done,won't sleep till you dead with the car runningPut a bag on your head Even if I gotta borrow moneyEven if I gotta borrow,borrow money You deadI had to fall back and get my head right Yeah,I had to get my head rightHad to cut some people off and get my head right Had to duck off and get my bread rightNow that young nigga got his swag up Tell her how I talk,I got my swag upHad to bop in my walk and my swag up I done * around and ran that bag up