[Birdman]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Straight off this
(D-Mac on the fuckin´ track)
Convertible, vinyl floors

Ten thousand dollar robes
Top, you already know, son
You know how we livin´
B´s up, we do this shit for the- you understand me?
Big money shit, blatt

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin´ out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin´ on that iron
Wit´ a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage

I´m stuck up in the streets and pray that it don´t take my lifе away
Wish you was here to see how evеrything changed

[Birdman]
Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones
We livin´ that street life, we thuggin´ but dead wrong
We duckin´ the jake niggas but shootin´ at fake niggas
We livin´ this drug life, the money we make, nigga
Thuggin´ it everyday, we shootin´ the hallways
No playin´, no fam, nigga
We standin´ on what we say
We boss, nigga, and we do it like everyday
No cost, nigga, give a fuck ´bout what they say
And I miss my momma, and I miss my daddy

I miss my brother, I watch him ride in that Cadi´
I miss my blood and I miss that love
And I miss my cousin, I watched him die in his pain
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin´ out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin´ on that iron
Wit´ a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I´m stuck up in the streets and pray that it don´t take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I remember, met in the street with a nigga bag, everyday was bad
Me and JBoy sittin´ in the trap, back and forth, rap
After that all night hustlin´
I done did time down, all alone
Seein´ you wasn´t around when I made it home
Ridin´ in a drop on the same block they killed my cousin
At night, I done sing out my heart, so
Can´t get my foot out the streets like I got shackles on
Dump, over fifteen million I done made since you been gone
Plus ain´t been blowin´ up my daddy I been livin´ on my own (Yeah)

I hopped out once I set the plot, thirty rounds, all wooden chop
Couple blocks and I heard the shots
Thats Big E bussin´, tryna stop ´em
Got to watch over every penny, can´t think ´bout nann dollar
I´ma put shit in the cemetery, and ball for my dead partners
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin´ out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin´ on that iron
Wit´ a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage

I´m stuck up in the streets and pray that it don´t take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed

[ Birdman]
Simple, put it on you
Put my life on it, my momma on it
Playin´ no games, nigga, stay focused, boy
Ain´t no slippin´ in this pimpin´
Real rich nigga shit, Big money
Off in them hills, ha, high in them hills
Rich Gang