[YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin´ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit

And we ain´t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with ya´ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
A young nigga tryin´ make some millions

[YFN Lucci]
Uh, live from the projects
Any hood know I still got on all my shit
100k on my neck
Die for my respect
Tryin´ ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck
Play, you dying next
Uh, tool number one got ´em upset
I´ve been on my young fly shit since a lil´ jit, true shit
A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with

Don´t be jumping in shit you ain´t got nothin´ to do with
Sweep ya block like a hall sweep, y´all all sweet
Never been the type to call off beef, don´t call me
Nigga talkin´ ´bout he gon´ off me, they lost me
They tryin´ do me like Jesus, they tryin´ cross me
I´ma give a nigga the full clip ´til it´s all E
After bloodshed ain´t no sorry, I´m sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
We all G´s

[YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin´ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit

And we ain´t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with ya´ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
A young nigga tryin´ make some millions

[Meek Mill]
Shout out my niggas that stayed down
That´s why they still with me I came up
Got some money and look what they sayin´ now
Bet they tell you them niggas, they stand up, I manned up
And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom´s from public housing
Had to put her in that mansion, from the hood I got her hidin´

And they tell me that I´m losin´, man you niggas fuckin´ wildin´
When they killed Lil´ Snupe, I took a L
Young trap niggas from the bottom, we prevailed
We done got expelled before they taught us how to spell
We ain´t never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale
Busting´ bricks sellin´ bales, I ain´t never tell
Only thing a nigga takin´ from me is a shell
Hood of broken dreams, we ain´t used to raising hell
If you was from my hood you would never get a sell
Fuck nigga!

[YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin´ make some millions

I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain´t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with ya´ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
A young nigga tryin´ make some millions