Uh, yeah
I was just a youngin' with nothin' and doin' nothin'
Pocket full of buttons and hopefully you niggas push 'em
Banana clips are my Republic, while we on the subject
Wrote this with my feet up on the table, I was on my tushie
Hopin' they swim with toughin' 'cause most of you niggas cushion
High school was where they flunked 'em, I was failin' every subject
My favorite class was bathroom, the hallway and lunch, gym
The skeletons in my closet, no Indians in my cupboard
Only time it was YMCA was when we was hoopin'
See a baddie with some Prada and baby heads, we was cuffin'
Fuck it, appreciate the pretty things, but shit is rugged
Came into the world with nothin', best to leave with somethin'
Fuck it
Ooh, uh, uh
Moves, make your moves, uh
Ooh, uh, uh
The game is all, uh
Ooh, uh, uh
The game is all-
She was just a youngin', the beginning days of lovin'
Before she desired clubbin', nails and designer luggage
Before the extra baggage, shortie would travel with no one
She was posted up with moneys, but cellphones came with the buttons
You don't wanna pick up my call, bitch?
You send me to voicemail, bitch?
Where the fuck you at, bitch?
I pay the motherfuckin' rent, bitch
Where the fuck you at, bitch?
I love you baby, please call me back
Her mama boost and smuggle, her daddy knew how to hustle
This shit is like a circus, either die or learn to juggle
The concrete jungle, every day was a struggle
Weave down to her navel so they call that ho Rapunzel
Name plane, Erin, name plate on her buckle
Name tatted on her arm, fluctuate from muscle
Fast forward to all the troubles, who knew the future would crumble
Just a kid blowin' bubbles, man look at what the world has come to
Got to fuck on random tricks, when she don't want to
Got to suck on random dick, hopin' that he comes soon, damn
