Oh To be a young **** growin up in the land

All I remember wantin was to be the man

Slidin while I'm clutchin on a hunnid grand

Where the water meet the sand tell me do you understand

Why the caged bird sings

Growin up here all the trauma that it brings

Am I living in a nightmare or a dream

Contrary though to what it may seem

No I wouldn't change a thing

Nah. Let's run it up again

This time we gon fuck around and have the upper hand

Did everything I said I was gon do and stuck right to the plan

Had to walk away from situations but aint never ran

That's life tho. This shit be movin fast

**** out here trippin young as TayK when they learn to blast

Babies havin babies got yo granny goin crazy

Baby daddy duckin crash only time that he ain't lazy but it's like that

The real gon always bounce back

Throw that ass around girl get a **** on track

Fuck whoever hatin they just livin in the past

Been there done that we gon smash wit a hunnid on the dash like

Im tryna get it off the dribble

Nah don't be stingy ima need mo then a little

This that motion wit the sound

It's enough to go around

While we blowin on a pound

Baby tell me is you down like

Baby tell me is you wit it

I was a young **** **** like girl tell me can I hit it

I was a young **** that ain't neva came from shit

Lookin for another flip had 2 go and get a grip yeah

Young **** tryna ball just like a Laker

Young **** get yo feri get yo paper

Young **** young California stater

Any situation you know he gon keep it player

Yeah. This for my youngs

Chunkin up they hood they finna show you where they from

Some do this shit for legacy some do this shit for fun

Yea you know LA 2 da Bay where my young **** goin dumb like

Huh. We came to set it off

If you ain't wit these politics

Please don't get involved

Don't die over no bitch dawg

You lookin really lost

Family over everything

He still got double crossed it's like that

The real gon always bounce back

Throw that ass around girl get a **** on track

Fuck whoever hatin they just livin in the past

Been there done that we gon smash wit a Hunnid on da dash like

Im tryna get it off the dribble

Nah don't be stingy Ima need mo then a little

This that motion wit the sound

It's enough to go around

While we blowin on a pound

Baby tell me is you down like

Oh To be a young **** growin up in the land

All I remember wantin was to be the man

Slidin while I'm clutchin on a hunnid grand

Where the water meet sand tell me do you understand

Why the caged bird sings

Growin up here all the trauma that it brings

Am I living in a nightmare or a dream

Contrary though to what it may seem

No I wouldn't change a thing