[Verse 1 - Young Chris]

Young niggas work hard, broad day in the park

We murder shit, rain hail sleet snow

Y'all niggas in the crib, we serving shit

I got a clock for a block full of North Philly rebels

Every time a young nigga hit the club

Nigga was a fly little dude, b-ball player

Now you all fucked up, addicted to the shrubs

Nigga been known since I knocked my plug

Hating ass niggas can't stop my flow

No a nigga can't fall in love with a ho

And a ho end up with a nigga I know

Triple beam dream, young nigga on schemes

Run through the [?] put the bitches on [?]

Front through the block, leave that bitch home [?]

Then I run through the work, got to visit my fiends

Now a nigga strapped up on winging hawk

Right back on the corner

With a bunch of young thug niggas that's slinging rock

Thank god I'm an owner

And they all slanging work, they all claiming turf

Till they back the old hearse in

Tryna say a verse or two, let the choir sing

Let them pack the whole church in

[Verse 2 - Kur]

Me and phil pack so much loud (shower)

So much loud some like it washed up in it

We them niggas at Ruth Chris

Eating mac and cheese with the lobster in it

Funny how I'm eating five star

But just a year ago ain't have a pot to piss in

I get bored with rap, it ain't no competition

That's Young Chris, here go some competition

And I pop perks, but they are not prescripted

Turn my block into a CVS

Fuck a doctor visit, how you tryna eat and ain't tryna chip in

If I ever go to a bitch crib I am pulled up

I will not be slipping

If you run into me put 33 all on your back just like Scottie Pippen

If this rap shit don't work out, ok I got another plan

Look, Imma bubblegrams and put tax on the work like Uncle Sam

I was a product of my environment, so I had no choice to sell product

And I had no choice to stand on corners with a hoodie on

Like yo cop up, and my neighbors call and make the cops come

When I was just tryna make an income

In this game you know there's ups and downs

You know you lose some, you know you win some

Got to stay prepared for when the drought come

Ball hard enough, that's when the scout come

And my man told x niggas out, by any means, just like Malcolm

[Verse 3 - Freeway]

I'm a bitter nigga strapped with a four four

Speedload extra bullets, that's an encore

My niggas trap with the mac, get your mind dwarf

Treat it like the corner bar, do shots in it

We don't lease cars, we don't drive rentals

Put the cash down, then we hop in it

Yo ho hot, just like an oven

I don't hit her stop and she give me top in it

New era, ball fitted, I'm a real nigga, authentic

Got that seven 50, six 50 that panamera and they all kidding

Got Gotti beat, we all in it, foreign trips, we all did it

We for real, while y'all frauds with it

Y'all rap about it while we [?] the streets

We Master P, we bought it bought it

I hitch ho, while you thought about it

I lean back, just a plot of knowledge

She give me brains, she a fucking geek

Before I ever ever touched a beat

Flipped a birds tree cop three times a week

Moved a rock way before I met Jay and Bleek

Graduated from the streets that's hood college