(Young Lungs and Cian P)

[Verse]: Cian P

I wake up and count up my money

How you broken but still stuten

When back to bed off a hunna pack

Dreamin sceamin on a hundred racks

I can't not trust these bitches

I can't not love these bitches

Yeah, I only love my mom

Cut you out with the quickness

Moving waves about my fitness

Since seventh grade I've been lifted

Been getting paid since a infant

I'm just trying to live life like it's christmas

I know what I'm doing

So don't bother me

I sip out the bottle of hennessy

I just might mix it with that ecstasy

Cian been wildin since grade three

I think I've been going crazy

The toxicated speeding crazy

I'm chasing down them payments

Up and down that freeway bitch

[Verse 2]: Young Lungs

Came up on it

This is honor classic

Graduate on the honor role

Finally cop a sprinter we're on a role

Take a trip to everywhere, I wanna go

Play these shows for a couple people

When I close my eyes, I picture wanting more

Feeling better since the drop of demons

Now we comin harder than we did before

Fellen into it for a couple months

I finally had the strength to shake it off

Back to business

Back to ben

Last few minutes

Lackin about to be taken off

They hate when your local

But love when you blow

And I'm gonna go local bitch

I'm gonna go crazy

They all gonna hate me

They all gonna hate me

They hate when your local

But love when you blow

And I'm gonna go local bitch

I'm gonna go crazy

They all gonna hate me

Why do they all gonna hate me