They got me staring at the world through my rearview

Blow that baby, scream to God he

Can't help you with your problems

Thug niggas wild when I come through

They can relate to my views

And couple with their problems (Uh!)

Turn this up, fucks ya problem?

This is real shit, homie

In the booth with the four-fifth

Only two clips, so the other clip

Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie

No shit homie, know me? (Yeah!)

Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie (Yeah!)

I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more? (Yeah!)

How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds

In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya bitch up more (Yeah!)

Switch next-shift, from the block-shift

To the wreck-shift, then I got the click up raw (Yeah!)

Hatin' niggas get shot up in liquor stores

Beat, strapped and tied up with extension cords

Holla





Freeway's in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner

Cause, y'all taught me to go next

And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn up

Freeway's in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out

Yall taught me to go next

And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon





Yeah, Uh, Young Gunz, Neef (WHAT?)

Yo, Yo, Yo Yo

Far as I'm hearing, y'all doing alot of comparing

Cuz Young Neef's on the block missing alot of appearence

Yeah youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram

Now that have yo smokers, and yo fiends

Leanin' like a kick-stand

I'd send my brother for ya mother man

Put up blocks in em'

Dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands

Chatti' will pistol-whips

That'll rip through shit

I hate a prick, I'd kill his bitch

And make her lick the dick

Neef, keeps out more then an extended clip

Cuz I rather be judged by 12 then carried by 6

And I can show you how to DO THIS SHIT!

Get ya straight and get ya cake right?

Let us smoke and test ya weight

Before you take it to plate

Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eighths

Early and not late (Uh!)

Don't be makin' no mistakes

Put it out and then you bring it back straight

It's more money to make

Holla





Neef Bucks in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner

Cause, y'all taught me to go next

And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn up

Neef Bucks in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out

Yall taught me to go next

And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon





Uh, Uh, Yo, A'yo

Young Gunna, just another victim of the ghetto nigga

Post and Pivot and distrubute the work

My Pop broke as filthy got addicted to work

Man, they say it's a shame, but they say it's the game

I made my way through the game

Rowdy lil youngin', was the snotty nosed youngin'

E'rybody lil youngin'

They only youngin' out huggin' that pavement

For paper, and was shoveling pavement for neighbors

I never made it to them 5 on 5's (Uh!)

They was playin' live, I was tryin' stay live!

Tryin' to stay alive!

Moms workin' 11:30 to curfew, I was tryin' to stay til' 5

Hopin' the corners stay alive, while I'm killin' it

Can't stop me before the day I'm robbed

I'll be coppin' again

So fuck a day job while I'm feelin' it

They ain't stoppin me

Straight from the center to "State Property" (UH!)





Young Chris in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner

Cause, Yall taught me to go next

And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn up

Young Chris in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out

Yall taught me to go next

And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon