They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move, said we're lost and frustrated But believe it or not, we're the next, el homta, we're the youth of the nation They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move, said we're lost and frustrated But believe it or not, we're the next, el homta, we're the youth of the nation They hate how we walk, how we move, how we stuck Nobody breathin', fuckin' with him, let me hold my breath Big Frank, that's my best friend, I love that boy to death Ho with me, that's a R.I.P., you better keep a tell Long, let me long, I got bitches want me boned And I'm vicious, I'm a dog, animal with my bones Smell like cat, need cologne, girl, you trippin' with my phone Don't bother me, I'm in my zone, I'm a boss, watch your tone I love when that chop kick, I love when that chop spit Call me when that block bent, call me when that top hit Call me when he sleep for good, FaceTime and just nod your head He say, we cute, overstood, call you when that nigga dead Mirror jeans, Dior the shirt, Selena hat, I'm swaggin' *** H.O.E.'s, they come and go, ain't savin' hoes, we passin' *** Bentley fat, move to the butt, okay, but not in that plastic *** This track a hawk, it's fast as hell, but track mode make it fast as *** Pause the beat, I don't wake it up, wake it up, wake it up, wake it up, wake it up All this ice on me, look like I got my ass beat If you gon' steal a flow, just make sure that you tag me Life of my niggas, so they bitch, know not to ask me I get that check and put it up, I gotta make sure that it last me Thirty thousand in my mouth, I still don't like to talk to people Penny cash, I'm rich as hell, I still don't like to floss to people Workin' game like nurses, because we done shot a lot of people I pull up in 5%, I feel like John Cena Right now with my mask on, I feel like John Cena I smack that lil' hoe down raw, I think I'm John Cena All these chains on, I don't need a shirt, just watch my wife beat him I don't die He ain't never shot ***, he ain't never ride *** Talkin' all that gangsta gangsta, tell that boy to stop, yeah Tell him poorly, feel the D, got him for a body That gangsta ***, that's in my blood, it's runnin' through my body ***, y'all will hit my phone when you do wrong, I gotta make it right She take him, but she call me time to time, cause I got a better path She told him, here's all she see, I came around, *** up her side She sound like a crack rock, she hit me once, *** up her life