Yeah

The front door locked, I use the back door

You say you love me but you capped though

And you was supposed to be my backbone

I kept it real and that's a fact, bro

Oh, girl, stop hitting up my trap phone

Oh, young bull, why you actin' sad for

Oh, I'm just tryna get this bag, bro Oh, young bull used to be young, he gettin' mad, grown

I remember when lil shorty played me I was only 15, these shorties are fiends

I don't play with blickies or any two-two-threes

If shit get sticky like what you gon' do, yeah

If you ain't got money, don't complain, it's on you

Lil bro keep on tryna bother me like what you want dude

I'm just tryna make life better for my family and my crew

I seen all my **** dying and I still don't have a clue

I said, baby, I'm just come around

I know you wanna see me but you can't, I'm goin' out of town

Brodie keep a hunnid rounds, yeah My family wanna see me win, but y'all just wanna see me frown

My youngin' lookin' up to me and I can't let him down

And baby, you know I'll do anything to see you smile

One day we gon make it I'ma see you in the crowd

I'll be with you through your ups and downs

The front door locked, I use the back door

You say you love me but you capped though

And you was supposed to be my backbone

I kept it real and that's a fact, bro

Oh, girl, stop hitting up my trap phone

Oh, young bull, why you actin' sad for

Oh, I'm just tryna get this bag, bro Oh, young bull used to be young, he gettin' mad, grown