Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I'm a nineties baby,
lately, I been goin' crazy
I been goin' crazy lately,
I been goin' crazy, crazy
Yeah (woo), I been goin' crazy, crazy
Made a whole M without a motherfuckin'
major label (uh, racks), yeah
Yeah, they like, "Glock, you ma jor"
I just put a new set of fours a
Stop, bitches tryna have my baby
I can't go out like that, baby,
Big watch, big clock, Flava Flav (yeah)
Got all these bitches feelin'
All these bitches feelin' my feng shui
I be fresh to death, they tryna
Yeah, and I still remember
I couldn't wait to go to school
just to show off my new Js
Yeah, young nigga, hard head,
And I got them things on me like Hussein
Paper wrap the gang, yeah,
we the new wave (gang, gang)
Uh, and I just bought a new chain
Uh, yeah, young nigga insane
We was takin' shots before we ever heard of
You niggas drinkin' fake drank, man, you niggas too lame,
Nigga play with us, we aim and bust
Slam dunk your bitch, ain't no layin' up
Ayy, uh, remember I was waitin' up
Lil' bitch, I'm the shit and I came
Yeah, yeah, straight out the slums (straight out the slums,
When I got my first backend, spent the half on gun
s (I spent half on guns, yeah, yeah, fire)
Rest in peace to my grandma, yeah,
she raised a don (she raised a don)
And shoutout to my momma, I'm a son of a gun (I'm a son of
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