[Chorus: $tupid Young]
I was down on my last
Man,  them n***as would laugh
Now  them n***as get mad
'Cause I get to the bag
And I get to it fast
Talkin'  licks, I'ma pass
N***as  be hatin' 'til I give 'em the clip
And do the whole dash
N***a  need money
Talkin' 'bout them chips right now
N***a got that line
What's the ticket on the bricks right now?
All  my killers with the shits
Got the burners on they hips right now
Catch an opp n***a slippin'
Give his ass the whole clip right now

[Verse 1: $tupid Young]
My n***as be shootin' but you know the feds watchin'
Young n***as on the block stay plottin'
Young n***a go tell me what's the problem
AK, banana clip on the bottom
Young n***a, man, I never had nothin'
From the bottom, young n***a had to fly
Young n***a, man, I had to chase a bag
'Cause I never really had a doubt
And the opp n***as want me dead
Why you think that I stay with a Glock?
We gon' pull up with a whole lot of smoke
Like P-Boy when he smokin' on his chop, yeah
I know these n***as want me dead, yeah
That's why the burner by my bed
N***as got me paranoid
So much shit, I'm paranoid

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
I was down on my last
Man, them n***as would laugh
Now them n***as get mad
'Cause I get to the bag
And I get to it fast
Talkin' licks, I'ma pass
N***as be hatin' 'til I give 'em the clip
And do the whole dash
N***a need money
Talkin' 'bout them chips right now
N***a got that line
What's the ticket on the bricks right now?
All my killers with the shits
Got the burners on they hips right now
Catch an opp n***a slippin'
Give his ass the whole clip right now
[Verse 2: Kevin Celik]
I came up from the bottom, I ain't never had shit
Always had goals of my name up in lights
Fake people showin' fake love to my face
But they'd rather see me dead, I might catch a case
Baby mama always bitchin' 'cause I gotta go
I'ma get it on the road and I'ma bring it home
Gotta watch for the opps tryna catch me slippin'
I ain't even worried, poured up, I'm sippin'
Cruise to the east side of the Beach
Gotta keep the burner near if you tryna reach
Gotta keep a pastor near, I ain't tryna preach
I promise you gon' learn what a teacher can't teach
On God, look
And this ain't what you want now, yeah
And this ain't what you want

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
I was down on my last
Man, them n***as would laugh
Now them n***as get mad
'Cause I get to the bag
And I get to it fast
Talkin' licks, I'ma pass
N***as be hatin' 'til I give 'em the clip
And do the whole dash
N***a need money
Talkin' 'bout them chips right now
N***a got that line
What's the ticket on the bricks right now?
All my killers with the shits
Got the burners on they hips right now
Catch an opp n***a slippin'
Give his ass the whole clip right now