Verse 1:

We grew up porch side

Talking that country grammar

Naughty by our nature

Knuckleheads turned to happy campers

Spent summer days

Chasing after them mamma jammas

Ripe at sixteen

When I used the brown banana

Down in my pajamas

Turning off the TV just to hop off the stoop

Kiddie shows couldn’t hold my attention

And loose lips didn’t hold my intentions

No read between the lines

Do anything to get between the thighs

Risking freedom for a high

Sex, love, 182 when he blink

187 the pussy in front of the precinct

Mama would be beat me

If she ever found out that I running streets like kiddies

That she kept out her house

I was stuck between the BeBes

Eight tray’s

Crip gangs

Would try to press us all

To bang the same thing

But I rather take chances

Chasing lust in back streets

Didn’t stop until a Maglite

Caught me back seat

Damn

Hook:

You better make some change

You better change your ways

Doing same old thing

You know you know

You know you know

You know you know

Verse 2:

Block party

Tryna celebrate Juneteenth

Turned to may day

When 12 pulled up on duty

We hit the burbs

To rage against machine punch drunk

Instead of search for twerks while dodging that machine gun funk

Hide the doobie

Tongue tied talking to the cops loopy

They pulled us over

Homie had some grass between his two teeth

Get me out this jam, I’m praying

‘Cause he got two strikes

Whispering over let me serve him with this two piece

You need to chill dog, we ain’t up in the hills dog

They’ll lock us all up and put our pictures on the newsfeed

Luck have it he let us off with a warning

Told us get our asses home

Before momma hear the informants

If he ever catch us again

Slammer for the crime

My hourglass say I damn sure can’t do the time

So I straighten up, fly right

At least for a week

Until Friday night rolls around

I’m back on the scene, yea yea

Hook:

You better make some change

You better change your ways

Doing same old thing

You know you know

You know you know

You know you know