Intro 
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh 

Pre-Chorus 
Stash a mil in the safe 
Couple racks in the bank, oh, oh 
Take a flight to L.A 
Living life is amazing, oh, oh 
Young black nigga in the game 
Huh, gotta put up for my race, oh, oh 
Hunt down all my pain, hot bitches know my fame 

Chorus 
I got a lot at a young age 
Smooky MarGielaa [?] play no games 
Youngest in charge, I put on for that title 
You cannot take that from me, no way 
How, I did it so young, I can explain 
I did not let anyone tell me nothing 
Let no one put me down, I did it my own way 
Remember was broke doing scales with the old age 

Post-Chorus 
.41 millimeter on the bezel 
Got 41 shooters with me, came from Geto 
Talk crazy, get broadie pop him like a pimple 
It ain't hard man I swear to god this shit is simple 
Had those boys [?] your funeral 
I will not give no mercy to the opps 
It ain’t a game, we taking you and you 
I got so much bodies on this Glock 

Pre-Chorus 
Stash a mil in the safe 
Couple racks in the bank, oh, oh 
Take a flight to L.A 
Living life is amazing, oh, oh 
Young black nigga in the game 
Huh, gotta put up for my race, oh, oh 
Hunt down all my pain, hot bitches know my fame 

Chorus
I got a lot at a young age
Smooky MarGielaa [?] play no games
Youngest in charge, I put on for that title
You cannot take that from me, no way
How, I did it so young, I can explain
I did not let anyone tell me nothing
Let no one put me down, I did it my own way
Remember was broke doing scales with the old age

Verse
Yeah, yeah
Whole lot of scars, won't let you see it
Whole lot of scars, been through a lot, but I keep it [?]
Can't find a shorty, I’m still fishing
Whole lot of fishes in the sea, but this one tripping

Pre-Chorus
Stash a mil in the safe
Couple racks in the bank, oh, oh
Take a flight to L.A
Living life is amazing, oh, oh
Young black nigga in the game
Huh, gotta put up for my race, oh, oh
Hunt down all my pain, hot bitches know my fame

Chorus
I got a lot at a young age
Smooky MarGielaa [?] play no games
Youngest in charge, I put on for that title
You cannot take that from me, no way
How, I did it so young, I can explain
I did not let anyone tell me nothing
Let no one put me down, I did it my own way
Remember was broke doing scales with the old age

Post-Chorus
.41 millimeter on the bezel
Got 41 shooters with me, came from Geto
Talk crazy, get broadie pop him like a pimple
It ain't hard man I swear to god this shit is simple
Had those boys [?] your funeral
I will not give no mercy to the opps
It ain't a game, we taking you and you
I got so much bodies on this Glock

Outro
Stash a mil in the safe
Couple racks in the bank, oh, oh
Take a flight to L.A
Living life is amazing, oh, oh
Young black nigga in the game
Huh, gotta put up for my race, oh, oh
Hunt down all my pain, hot bitches know my fame
They know margiella, but they [?]
I swear shit get real, I pray to god [?]
[?] I got VVS on my neck
Yeah blue Mercedes, got that for my lady, yeah, yeah