[Verse
1]
What
they
want?
They
want
that
young
shit
That
dumb
shit,
that
where
you
from
shit
That
ride
around
your
hood
all
day
with
your
gun
shit
All
I
got
to
my
name
is
two
bricks
and
one
felony
Your
going
back
to
jail,
that's
what
my
conscious
keep
on
telling
me
I
really
ain't
buying
all
this
bullshit
they
selling
me
When
the
government
throwing
more
curves
than
the
letter
C
I
said
the
letter
C,
I
guess
that's
for
correctional
They
try
to
box
me
in,
sit
me
still
like
a
vegetable
God
damn
another
trap,
I
think
Bush
trying
to
punish
us
Send
a
little
message
out
to
each
and
every
one
of
us
Real
G
shit,
well
that's
really
unheard
of
When
you
get
more
time
for
selling
dope
than
murder
[Chorus]
In
this
crazy
world
This
world
keeps
spinning,
my
rims
still
spinning
Even
though
the
money
slow,
we
still
spend
it
In
this
crazy
world
Let
this
world
keep
turning,
yeah
my
blunt
still
burning
Same
thing,
different
day,
still
burning
In
this
crazy
world
And
this
dopes
still
selling,
and
these
niggas
still
telling
Will
you
make
it
through
the
day,
it's
no
telling
In
this
crazy
world
(yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah)
In
this
crazy
world
[Verse2]
When
I
was
fourteen
I
turned
nothing
to
a
quarter
mill
Probably
why
I
never
give
a
fuck
about
a
record
deal
And
I
ain't
never
tried
this
shit,
imagine
how
that
white
feel
But
that
don't
even
matter
though,
trying
to
pay
the
light
bill
Light
bill,
phone
bill,
plus
my
granny
nerve
pills
Feel
like
I
should
be
takin'
'em,
imagine
how
my
nerves
feel
I
want
a
new
Bentley,
my
aunty
need
a
kidney
And
if
I
let
her
pass
her
children
never
will
forgive
me
God
damn
another
trap,
I
think
Bush
trying
to
punish
us
Send
a
little
message
out
to
each
and
every
one
of
us
Real
G
shit,
well
that's
really
unheard
of
When
you
get
more
time
for
selling
dope
than
murder
[Chorus]
[Verse
3]
I
ain't
a
Xbox,
so
why
you
niggas
trying
to
play
with
me
I
really
be
the
streets,
so
what
you
niggas
got
to
say
to
me
Can't
be
much,
can't
be
much
(why)
cause
I
ain't
listening
I
just
left
the
hood
and
I'll
be
damned
if
they
ain't
filling
them
Want
to
see
me
fall
off,
guess
that's
just
the
way
it
be
Old
school
timber
beam,
them
usually
that
the
way
it
be
And
plus
I
got
a
driver
that
get
them
things
from
A
to
B
Soon
as
you
get
your
money
right,
they
hit
you
with
conspiracy
God
damn
another
trap,
I
think
Bush
trying
to
punish
us
Send
a
little
message
out
to
each
and
every
one
of
us
Real
G
shit,
well
that's
really
unheard
of
When
you
get
more
time
for
selling
dope
than
murder
[Chorus]