Lyrics
Yea
You
know
the
good
be
dying
young
man
Aye
You
know
the
good
be
dying
young
The
bad
be
dying
fucked
up
I
was
a
little
early
but
We
gone
run
it
back
You
know
the
good
be
dying
young
The
bad
be
dying
fucked
up
I'm
caught
up
somewhere
in
the
middle
Some
might
say
I
lucked
up
Them
niggas
lookin
over
here
I
know
they
bet
not
rush
up
Me
and
my
niggas
paranoid
We
ain't
gone
let
em
touch
us
We
been
toting
Glocks
cuz
we
been
Waiting
for
them
opps
to
slide
It's
right
or
wrong
you
know
I'm
always
on
my
niggas
side
I
been
praying
but
them
bitches
Make
me
swear
to
god
And
bro
angel
now
I
think
I
got
demons
inside
But
I
still
hold
my
head
up
high
Cuz
I
don't
got
no
time
for
weakness
This
choppa
sing
and
it's
gone
make
The
ones
behind
us
speechless
Cuz
when
you
in
the
field
you
know
You
never
mind
them
bleachers
We
From
the
school
of
hard
knocks
Where
you
can't
find
them
teachers
Hard
enough
to
find
a
reason
I
keep
moving
forward
cuz
they
hate
to
see
it
We
getting
money
now
these
Bitches
just
can't
wait
to
be
us
All
these
niggas
do
is
bluff
It's
like
it's
they
careers
I'm
round
a
bunch
of
action
figures
Wish
that
you
could
see
how
fake
they
is
Do
it
for
the
clout
I
do
whatever
for
a
Benjamin
Don't
even
worry
boy
that
ain't
ya
man
We
bout
to
pull
up
rip
his
tee
It's
like
he
got
the
shit
from
h
and
m
Life
is
like
a
merry
go
You
know
we
bout
to
spin
again
And
again
Got
to
get
my
point
across
Curry
in
this
clip
I
got
to
get
these
3 pointers
off
Life
can't
be
no
movie
I
been
tryin
I
can't
turn
it
off
Inna
kitchen
cooking
dinner
Shit
I'm
bouta
turn
the
raw
I
got
bills
to
pay
I
don't
like
that
broke
feelin
If
you
ain't
talkin
money
We
ain't
talkin
no
business
Need
dat
whip
a
lil
Wayne
So
it
ain't
got
no
ceilings
I
Hate
Valentine's
Day
Cuz
I
ain't
go
no
feelings
I
been
sitting
in
my
room
staring
at
walls
Ain't
been
talkin
to
my
dogs
Staring
at
this
weight
Like
how
the
fuck
to
get
it
off
My
brother
gone
now
Like
how
the
fuck
I
miss
his
call
I
was
sitting
at
that
job
Like
when
the
fuck
I'm
getting
off
Lately
I
been
feeling
pressure
Think
I'm
bouta
relapse
Okay
we
bout
to
hit
his
house
Go
head
an
check
the
key
mat
Loaded
up
so
I
don't
think
We
gone
need
more
than
three
straps
But
I
brought
extra
magazines
In
case
they
giving
feedback
1 11:11
2 Whole Lotta Nothin
3 Raising Stakes
4 Ride Around
5 You Say
6 I'll Be There
7 Blow the Whistle
8 Technical
9 I Know
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