[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
I'm just a young nigga, who live in the hood
Tryna make a lil' paper, gotta do what I could
No, do what I can, 'cause mama baby boy's a man
Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm selling these grams
Shit, I could've played ball, but my grades wasn't up to par
Dropped out, started cooking it raw
Running from narks after dark, got no choice but to put [?] through the rocks and them bushes
Pray to god they ain't looking
Look, I'm never slippin, got the Glock in the car
Posted up on the block, got the Glock in my draws
What the fuck did you thought?
I'm strapped for a reason
Motherfuckers dropping like flys this season
Triles and tribulations, that's all a nigga facing
I roll up blunts, just smoke 'til I'm faded
Nigga tippin' a bottle, downing my sarros
Living for today, in hopes to see tomorrow
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'd give anything just to make it
Outa here
Outa here
As soon as my time comes
[?]
I'm outa here
I'm outa here
I'm just a young nigga, who live in the hood
Tryna make a lil' paper, gotta do what I could
No, do what I can, 'cause mama baby boy's a man
Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm selling these grams
Shit, I could've played ball, but my grades wasn't up to par
Dropped out, started cooking it raw
Running from narks after dark, got no choice but to put [?] through the rocks and them bushes
Pray to god they ain't looking
Look, I'm never slippin, got the Glock in the car
Posted up on the block, got the Glock in my draws
What the fuck did you thought?
I'm strapped for a reason
Motherfuckers dropping like flys this season
Triles and tribulations, that's all a nigga facing
I roll up blunts, just smoke 'til I'm faded
Nigga tippin' a bottle, downing my sarros
Living for today, in hopes to see tomorrow
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'd give anything just to make it
Outa here
Outa here
As soon as my time comes
[?]
I'm outa here
I'm outa here
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