****, don't tell me what **** say about me

Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah

The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory

Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties

Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties

No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey

I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me

It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)

Can't be like them **** out here looking fat and gory

They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry

And talkin' 'bout, "man that **** don't deserve that shit"

Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit

We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit

Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit

My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit

Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)

That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)

I love getting brain, that never made me dumb

All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)

Only feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some

I knew **** who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)

Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)

I know how young **** feel, I had to live through shit

See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit

I learned that **** gon be ****, yeah we shouldn't do it

But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it

Where I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it

Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)

That's why they call me Young OG

And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD

I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG

She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT

And fuck them **** online, reply why?

Broke **** talking cause it's free wifi, uhh

"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil ****?

You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit

I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good

When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it

You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter

It's two types of **** in this world: they're **** with guns and **** with butter

Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing

It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value

What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it

That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!

Lil dumb motherfuckers"