[Intro]

(Paupa Got Beats making history, on God)

[Chorus: $tupid Young]

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on

I can never switch up on my day ones

You can't name one nigga that I changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty, straight out the mud

My niggas ride for me, yeah, we some thugs

They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs

It's animosity, they show no love

[Verse 1: E-40]

Decades, decades, I been in it for decades (Decades)

Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-tin-ane

Cocaine, cocaine comin' up outta the gih-name (Gih-name)

Magazine that's the street I clih-name

Some of my comrades doin' it big, some of my comrades doin' it small

Me personally, I sell music and alcohol

They call me E-40, I'm not a phony (Phony)

The soil love me like fried bologna (Fried bologna)

I'm havin' my cheese and grits with my prawns and my fried fish

Back in the glory days, I used to sell hella bricks

Then I went into hibernation and took a vacation (How many years ago?)

Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations (Limitation)

When I was flea-flickin', I was servin' the other side (For real?)

But they didn't even know, just me and my guys (The deal)

The other side can't be anywhere in your city (Anywhere)

When there was a drought I was breakin' down zippies (Onions)

Bitch

[Chorus: $tupid Young]

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on

I can never switch up on my day ones

You can't name one nigga that I changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty, straight out the mud

My niggas ride for me, yeah, we some thugs

They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs

It's animosity, they show no love

[Verse 2: $tupid Young]

Big bag, I been getting to the money

I know niggas out here really wish I'm bummy

Glock twenty-three tucked by the tummy

Cocked it back, pull the trigger, nigga, please don't be a dummy

We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off

If we catch an opp slippin', let them Glocks off

All my niggas official and y'all be knockoffs

Bitch, we do this in loving memory of Popoff, uh

I been gettin' to the bag, put on for my section

I can't really trust a soul so I keep a weapon

Got Balencis on my feet every time I step in

Two fingers with a thumb, you know what I'm reppin'

Young nigga and I gotta get my bang on

Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on

Big chopper, enemigos we gon' rain on

Young nigga, I'm just tryna put the gang on

[Chorus: $tupid Young]

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on

I could never switch up on my day ones

You can't name one nigga that I changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty, straight out the mud

My niggas ride for me, yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs

It's animosity, they show no love