[Intro]

(Hundo)

Relly Relly, he got this shit, yeah

Young Gwan, Hajeem 7-9

Know what it is

7-9

Brodie died (Come on, yeah)

[Verse]

Brodie died and I couldn't even thank him (Yeah)

All them times I went through was painful

I loss Al, I loss Reem, I got angels (Come on)

When you get to this point, they try to bait you

Damn near killing myself tryna save you (Damn)

When you willing to help they still hate you (Yeah, yeah)

My mom told me don't let this shit break you

Most these niggas gone say that they made you (Yeah)

Yesterday I gave my pop thirty-fivе hundred, he gave mе a hug, he was thankful

Get the money and don't let it change you (Mean that)

You move funny, I don't even hate you (Ahh)

Chilling with Coon and Mel, the Casamigos, man, they telling me "Drink it "(I'm on)

She keep on calling my cell, we just exchanged numbers, I feel like she anxious (Yeah)

It got cold in the crib, had Hermes the blanket, ooh, I feel like I made it (Yeah)

This a AMG wheel and it's spacious

I was deep in the field tryna make it (Okay)

Relly Relly, he got this shit crankin' (Let's go)

At the telly, watch Belly, she naked

I been peeping that niggas on fake shit (Let's go)

I been peeping a lot but don't say shit (Ooh)

Had to wait all them years 'til it made sense (Damn)

On the block with my peers on a grave shift (Ahh)

Came a long way, I used to wear K Swiss (Hold on)

In my B27s goin' ape shit

Up the way on a bike wearin' Bape shit (Damn)

Donnie sent me a kite said you doing great shit

Already knew you would make it

Ain't no buying, they robbin', they take shit

Tell me what you would do if they take?

Keep a tool but that don't mean you straight

Niggas die with they tool, it's too late

She like "What's that you blew?" It's a vape

I was tryna move my mom out of state

But she don't wanna leave, rather stay

I was writing them raps 'til it ache

And I'm always gon' rock for Lil Dre

I smell good it's Dior what I sprayed

In the hood on the four, I was raised

Had to cement the four on my Jays

I don't speak to them whores once I slayed

All the shit I endure, I'm amazed

Play with fire, get burnt, I got caught in the flames

And I had to sort out some things

Ain't important, them niggas is lame

I told her don't record when we hang

I was hurt, I was pouring out pain

You get marked, you get tore out the frame

Ain't gon' let niggas score on the gang

Passport, it got stamped

I just boarded a plane

Aruba, I landed and ordered some wings

A trooper, I came from the mud, ain't complain

These shooters be—, come on now

These shooters be shootin' but don't got no aim

I go and I spit in the booth and it's flames

I hit what's-her-name but I won't say her name

I'm not with the games, cut you off if you playing

I use to take hikes

Either walk it or train (Eww)

I came from a bike, I pulled off in a range

It's all out of spite when these bitches come hang

She told me her nigga fucked up, I'm like "Damn" (Damn)

She telling me that I lucked up I'm like—

[Outro]

Naw, I ain't luck up on shit, bitch

It's Young 7-9

I'm the catch

Vernon 'til I die

Let me hear that from the top, Sam?