Young Deezy Gang

YMT whole lotta gang shit one hundred

Look, and I been goin' through some shit, yeah I had suicidal thoughts on my mind, yeah

And now I'm back, tryna make this fuckin' money

Tryna solve my fuckin' mystery

Because you know I gotta fuckin' make it

I gotta make it, I gotta make it

Gotta put my fuckin' self in a better position, yeah

I gotta eat, yeah, I gotta make it

Yeah, I gotta fuckin' make it in this cold world

I gotta make it in this motherfuckin' cold world

Them steppas shootin' everywhere, pop, pop, pop Yeah, them shots bein' shootin' everywhere

But you know I gotta make it out this cold world Gotta make a difference, bitch

You see them fuckin' sneaks, I just brought them fuckin' shits from the lot, bitch

If you got a fuckin' problem, what came out my mouth, hoe

Do somethin' about it, I ain't gon' trip on you But you know this a motherfuckin' cold world

And look, and yeah, I gotta go into the military, bitch

Cause I gotta grind, gotta make it for a mile And probably got these fuckin' bitches on my trial,

That be tryna pass shit on a ****, but I'ma keep steppin

See, I had suicidal thoughts on my mind Now I'm back, tryna make this fuckin' money

Cause I'm tryna solve my motherfuckin' mystery Because you know I gotta fuckin' make it

If the motherfuckers gonna stop me, so be it