[Produced by Mark Henry]

[Intro]

Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me

Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you...

[Verse]

The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory

Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties

Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties

No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey

I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me

It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)

Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gaudy

They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry

Talking 'bout, ”man that nigga don't deserve that shit”

Like ”I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit”

We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit

Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit

My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit

Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)

That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)

I love getting brain, that never made me dumb

All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)

Only feelings caught is bitch you been shoulda gave me some

I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)

Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)

I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit

See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit

I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it

But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it

Where I been? Getting to it, going through and getting through it

Running round killing shit and telling cops I didn't do it (Niicee)

That's why they call me ”Young OG”

And I'ma spit this dope shit until my tongue OD

I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG

She got me chilling in my city but my lungs OT

And fuck them niggas online, reply why?

Broke niggas talking cause it's free WiFi

[Outro: Excerpt from the movie "Baby Boy"]

I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?

You think you know everything about the damn world, and you don't know shit

Well I see you got yourself a lil business goin'

Well that's good, that's good when you make that paper

But when you makin' paper you gotta learn some rules to go with it

You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter

There are two types of niggas in this world: there are niggas with guns and niggas with butter

Now what are guns? The guns, that's the real estate

That's stocks and bonds, artwork, you know shit that appreciates with value

What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it

That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!

Lil dumb motherfuckers [echoes]