(Intro)
I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep
You know I pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
At your head my ni**a
Young ni**a, young ni**a, pop pills, make mills my ni**a
Go ahead young ni**a, young ni**a, young ni**a
(Chorus – Rick Ross)
I think I’m bout to lose it man
Said I’m bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still counting change
Don’t f**k with y’all cause you ni**as lame
Said I’m bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I’m bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant
On the choppa rant
(Verse 1 – French Montana)
Still a in that trap getting guap
Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba
I be rap rapping that block
We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka
Beside this s**t, sold the choppa
Coulda been San Quentin on lock
But I two’d up that ghost
I stack two flows that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Lately so sick I could vomit
Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my b**ch, you know I’m dishonest
But I’m just a product of my environment
(Pre Chorus – French Montana)
Young ni**a, young ni**a
Pop pills, make mills young ni**a
Got wrist, stay trill young ni**a
Still talking that, still young ni**a
And I ain’t ever lose the change
And shawty head stupid man
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Lil Wayne)
Get down or lay down
Shoot everything up but a school or a playground
Run sh*t like a Greyhound
I’m in here, now who let the Devil in?
I ain’t been taking my medicine
My trigger finger ain’t never been hesitant
I am your ruler, no measurements
You know I pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, at your head my ni**a
Cash Money til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn’t beg to differ
I’m all papers, I heart paper, no sharp paper, better get the point
Cause I’m point shaven with a sharp razor, get buck like a horse stable
Too street smart, I’m a geek, I put my ni**as on they feet
So if we fall it be that lean, that make a ni**a fall asleep
I can’t see none of you ni**as, and I can see the future man
Where you going? I’m ‘bout to go Tunechi man
(Repeat Chorus)
(Outro)
I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep
You know I pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
At your head my ni**a
Young ni**a, young ni**a, pop pills, make mills my ni**a
Go ahead young ni**a, young ni**a, young ni**a
