Young Nigga

I just a young nigga, with them scales in his backpack
Need a band, so a young nigga could've bought shit
Fuck the scrat, post it on your block where you claim your at
Told her, "Baby, I can't talk right now," she said she understand
This my life, little nigga, I ain't tryna follow trends
Speak up on my name, and then I stare, I don't play pretend
Dodging feds, I ain't tryna go back to them coke beds
Thinking of myself, what the fuck was my pop said?

Banging on that nigga's face, tryna see what he gon' claim
If he claim that food, on my momma it's his last day
Tied up while I cook, I don't care about them rainy days
Told a homie, pick me up, it's time to bust another flag
It's North lake gang or go bang if you ask me
Homie's got his pole tucked in his Levi's jeans
Run up in that bitch, blow a nigga then off of the scene
Ain't no evidence on me, you ain't catching me

Told a homie, keep it low, niggas snitching on the team
Once I get the pole, I'ma dump it after one week
Always paying attention, paranoid, I can't even bleep
Just a crazy nigga, start it sober, I don't need no beating, ayy
Pillow talking to the bitch, I thought you was a homie
Pull up to a crib and I make the bitch blow me
I ain't living on no ho, told the bitch, that's the homie
I ain't stepping out the house unless I have that bitch on me

I ain't fucking with that bitch, so I pass it to the homie
Demons in my head, so I dig it down below me
I'm only 16, but I don't let a nigga home me
Fuck your little nigga, try to bump it with your big homie
Only running fades in the hall, I don't do talking
Working with that nigga, don't be mad if I hit two targets
Sliding on that block, it's like shopping through that new market
Living on that bitch, she be dropping like two targets

Now he's just a young nigga, with them scales in his backpack
Need a band, so a young nigga could've bought his jam
Fuck the scrap, post it on your block where you claim you at
Told her, "Baby, I can't talk right now," she says she understand
This my life, little nigga, I ain't tryna follow trends
Speak up on my name and then I step, I don't play pretend
Dodging feds, I ain't tryna go back to them coke beds
Thinking of myself, what the fuck was my pop said?