[Intro]
I'm a young wild nigga, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name (Damn Callan)
[Chorus]
I'm a young wild nigga, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang
I'm a young wild nigga, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang
[Verse 1]
I put that on the gang, I put that on my mama
Strictly Only Brothers, bitch, I still ain't got no patnas
Throw a party on yo' block with all these choppas like I'm Sada
Ain't got no kids, but when I put it in her guts, she call me papa
Nigga, fuck rap, puff, puff, pass
Thinking I'm a lick, you's a dumb-dumb ass
And bitch, I need space, get the fuck-fuck back
Got no trust for a bitch, but I trust that strap
We gon' keep on moving forward, never backtrackin'
I went down for two straps, but I'm back packin'
My nigga talk behind my back, I'ma back slap him
And you ain't who you say you is, you be act-actin'
Nigga, you's a bitch, nigga, you's a mark
I should take what you got 'cause I can tell you got no heart
If I took your leg and arms, you still wouldn't want no parts
Bitch asked me who I'm is, I just laugh, where should I start?
I'm a young wild nigga, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name (Damn Callan)
[Chorus]
I'm a young wild nigga, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang
I'm a young wild nigga, give a fuck about the fame
SOB the squad, they tryna come up off the name
Doves turn to vultures when they feel enough of pain
I could never bend or break and I put that on the gang
[Verse 1]
I put that on the gang, I put that on my mama
Strictly Only Brothers, bitch, I still ain't got no patnas
Throw a party on yo' block with all these choppas like I'm Sada
Ain't got no kids, but when I put it in her guts, she call me papa
Nigga, fuck rap, puff, puff, pass
Thinking I'm a lick, you's a dumb-dumb ass
And bitch, I need space, get the fuck-fuck back
Got no trust for a bitch, but I trust that strap
We gon' keep on moving forward, never backtrackin'
I went down for two straps, but I'm back packin'
My nigga talk behind my back, I'ma back slap him
And you ain't who you say you is, you be act-actin'
Nigga, you's a bitch, nigga, you's a mark
I should take what you got 'cause I can tell you got no heart
If I took your leg and arms, you still wouldn't want no parts
Bitch asked me who I'm is, I just laugh, where should I start?
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