3, 3, 3, 3K in the pocket, a K to the uncle, we do the whole deal Youngboy flies up from that bench, we pass under the Marana Like a weapon, fierce days, tongue cut, no one looks How much you try us from those balconies, mom was calling, oh mom was calling Now I call her, I ask if she's ok, but I know where we're going, I know where I am I had zero, now we double it, chicks make the backpack They grow up fast, they run abroad for work When the smoke gets dense, you see what you've been through Oh, a K on a K, dad on the white bed Anxiety to my high force, white galaxy Youngboy flies up from a bench Hell is hot, the heart does not warm up I'm just rapping, look at my face Mom was calling, she was calling, there was that one stopped With the pockets pierced, I wanted to get on the road Only God, only God knows the way, what I did for this You don't know anything about me, you don't know anything about me 3, 3, 3, 3K in the pocket, a K to the uncle, we do the whole deal Youngboy flies up from that bench, we pass under the Marana Like a weapon, fierce days, sharp tongue No one looks, how much you get out of those balconies Mom was calling, sharp tongue, from the Marana For this they pay, a hot spit, the blade shakes Mom was calling, now it's the opposite, days on the calendar I'm fierce, I'm in a hurry for the trap Here 7 out of 7, I have kids in the palace In the building, they do the market A K on a K, 7 out of 7, the price Man, tell me what's going on, you risked for this I have kids in the palace, they play outside in the green They know that the Marana, doesn't give back anything 3, 3, 3, 3K in the pocket, a K to the uncle, we do the whole deal Youngboy flies up from that bench, we pass under the Marana Like a weapon, fierce days, sharp tongue No one looks, how much you get out of those balconies Mom was calling