Young N Dumb

We was out here gangbangin' now Posted on the block my chain swangin' Oh to be young and dumb Don't believe in one-on-ones Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums From where niggas die gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died heard his mama cry R.I.P. to her son Wasn't on point he'd be alive he ain't get to run Livin' every day hopin' we survive this the life of the slums In that black hearse took his last ride in the dirt now he done So much goin' on I can't feel a thing I think that I'm numb Pay attention to detail Made a million off my email Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells But it could be a Glock 23 shell Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed Where I come from we don't see Yale Block baby I'm a trap scholar I really studied them streets well Eyeball the work we don't need scales I got baking soda on resale He'd do anything not to see jail No respect if he act like a female He really a bitch uh I gave my glizzy a switch Four seconds we empty a stick Bro just like Curry he really don't miss uh Oh to be young and dumb Don't believe in one-on-ones Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums From where niggas die gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died heard his mama cry R.I.P. to her son Wasn't on point he'd be alive he ain't get to run Livin' every day hopin' we survive this the life of the slums In that black hearse took his last ride in the dirt now he done So much goin' on I can't feel a thing I think that I'm numb Society got too many distractions Every problem don't need a reaction Toughest niggas they be in the past tense Even though kept his heat he was lackin' Lost his homie he seen the shit happen Knee-deep in that beef it was crackin' All his trauma increasin' the damage Hot shit with 'em demons attractin' This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell Have you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors dead body smell Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell Oh to be young and dumb Don't believe in one-on-ones Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums From where niggas die gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died heard his mama cry R.I.P. to her son Wasn't on point he'd be alive he ain't get to run Livin' every day hopin' we survive this the life of the slums In that black hearse took his last ride in the dirt now he done So much goin' on I can't feel a thing I think that I'm numb