Young N Dumb

We was out here gangbanging now

Posted on the block, my chains swanging

Oh, to be young and dumb

Don't believe in one on ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where **** die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, RIP to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Living every day hoping we survive, that's the life of the slums

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much going on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

Pay attention to detail

Made a million off my email

Out in Malibu stepping on seashells, but it could be a Glock 23 shell

Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed

Where I come from, we don't see Yale

Block baby, I'm a trap scholar

I really studied them streets well

Eyeball the work, we don't need scales

I got baking soda on resale

He'll do anything not to see jail

No respect if he act like a female

He really a bitch, uh, I gave my glizzy a switch

Four seconds, we empty a stick

Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss

Oh, to be young and dumb

Don't believe in one on ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where **** die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, RIP to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Living every day hoping we survive, that's the life of the slums

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much going on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

Society got too many distractions

Every problem don't need a reaction

Toughest ****, they be in the past tense

Even though kept his heat, he was lacking

Lost his homie, he seen that shit happen

Knee-deep in that beef it, was cracking

All this trauma increasing the damage

Hot shit what them demons attracting

This shit will leave you writing love letters from a county cell

Have you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors, dead body smell

Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well

He just hoping the lawyer gon' give him another chance before he go to hell

Oh, to be young and dumb

Don't believe in one on ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where **** die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, RIP to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Living every day hoping we survive, that's the life of the slums

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much going on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb