I'm alright, I'm alright
Just throwin' twenty bands right off the bank
Just a flash on the, I was hatin'
Almost a grown man out of that kit
See them n****s, it's a game
I'ma get my own crib in that, got a kite
Tryna catch on with that, like
I done blew about ten bands just in the eye
Throw a hundred and ten bands up in they face
When I'm talkin' in real, we sweet
Watchin' around you, release
I said like ten gold, that's a mean
And I scored like ten golds, it's like I see
They mad because I never worked no job
They mad because I never had they problem
They mad cause I'm 17, livin' they dreams
But they stuck in the home and they home all night
Touch some grass, son
Honestly, I really feel bad for him
Everything go real bad for him
Doin' nothing, lookin' real sad for him
Can't do nothin' else but laugh at him
My son's like a dad to them
Talk down and I'll peep it
But they be, I be, it's just a reason
I don't talk out of it, it ain't
But it, it's a drama, they in it
I ain't carry so much like a chrome man
Got a man, I just want to be
Watch out, they for the heck
17, I'm still in high school
I can never grow up and be like you
My money up, iPhone
We growin' up and it's stuck
Unlike you, money wasn't enough
Better put my dudes on the plane
Yo, my *, gotta slaughter my name
I was hooverin' in school, now I'm really in the game
Havin' fun with it, goin' insane
Got a little boy in me, cuttin' my A
Payin' bills like a grown man, stalkin' my way
But it, it's too fake
Can't look in the mirror, man, it's too face
Just throw 20 bags right out the bay
Just a flex on the, that was hatin'
Almost a grown man out of that kid
See them, it's a game
I'm finna get my own crib in that
Got a kite, tryna catch on with that
I done blew about 10 bands just tonight
Throw a hundred and ten bands up in they face
Just throw 20 bags right out the bay
Just a flex on the, that was hatin'
Almost a grown man out of that kid
See them, it's a game
I'm finna get my own crib in that
Got a kite, tryna catch on with that
I done blew about 10 bands just tonight
Throw a hundred and ten bands up in they face
Just a flex on the, that was hatin'