Boys To Men

Them **** send shots, we send shots back

Lil one said they on the block

Take 'em where the opps at

We need another Glock

Fuck it, go and cop that

What the fuck wrong with the cops

Asking where Poppa at?

You little boys can't hang with us, I don't care who you know

Them **** don't want no war with us, I see straight through the smoke

We take them Ks on tour with us, you know them shooters go

Soon as you meet, hop out on feet, yeah, that's that ooda flow

Bitch, don't ask what happened to Leeke, I don't want you to know

You gonna have me thinking you creep and I can't shoot a ho

Said, "Fuck it," and I jumped straight off the porch, go wherever Dooda go

Interrogation, they was trying bring up that boy, I don't know no Foolio

Ay, Lil Poppa, I know why them **** mad, they ain't want you to blow

Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for

Usually high, but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now

Wasn't for this, then I'll probably be on the block right now

So I ain't playing, my lil' **** say you hot right now

You need a fan, he eager to let off shots right now

He get to spraying

Feel like you can't, but you can

So I ain't hearing what you saying

This all was part of the plan

Going from a boy to a man

Fuck that shit, run up my bands

Fuck that jewelry, I need some land

They say my fans depend on me

But I'm depending on my fans

I mix Fanta with the lean

Bitch, this Percocet a ten

I need to give this shit away

I pray this shit come to an end

Bitch, while you gossip, out here pussy popping, telling all your friends

Can't talk to nobody but God about it, I committed all them sins

I probably be back at square one if I took care of all my kin

But to everybody that stayed down, I swear we all gonna win

Ain't I got no time to be stressing 'bout no shit, I'm fed up

Before you lay down, look, bitch, you know you gotta give that head up

Now I can't lie, girl, you the shit, now go on and toot that ass up

Say, "Poppa, I have no less than fifty," fuck you think this book-bag was for?

Ay, Lil Poppa, I know why them **** mad, they ain't want you to blow

Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for

Usually high, but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now

Wasn't for this, then I'll probably be on the block right now

So I ain't playing, my lil' **** say you hot right now

You need a fan, he eager to let off shots right now

He get to spraying

Feel like you can't, but you can

So I ain't hearing what you saying

This all was part of the plan

Going from a boy to a man