Yeah from the cracks and the holes in the pavement. Ain't no hope for the youth Lord save me. Gotta smile through it even though you hate it. All I ask is that you pray for me. You know we always payin' attention. Always out handlin' business. Niggas in they feelins. Certain shit can't be given. I'ma go and get it yeah. Niggas got they hand out shit that ain't the way we livin' yeah. That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas. See that's the way we kick it. Twetny of us and ten of us probably got an extension. Everybody playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it. Everything that you got that shit probably rented. I know my partners wit' me. Ain't no stoppin' this shit the sky is the limit yeahh. Who gon' ride wit' me?. Aye who gon' ride wit' me?. Yeah death before dishonor but you lied to me dang. Made it to the top from the gutter. Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another yeah. Remember trappin' in the hood duckin' under cover. Buyin' hard ounces for my momma brother. Tryna block mine boy you get knocked out hah. I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not 'bout. Old nigga wit' some long money. Nigga try me I'ma get it all from ya. Listen I ain't worried 'bout the small run it. Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him dead 'em. Plans too large huh nigga get on your ass you put laws on 'em. Fuck that shit I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em. Don't care how many police you call on 'em. Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall. If you got the dice put it all on. Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it. Hey ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all don't it?. Nigga keep it silent you ain't lived through it don't talk 'bout it yeah. Sixteen totin' A-K havin' turf war. I got a record deal started sellin' dope for my first born I swear. Look at God won't he do it. Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void. Skully pulled up forty in my hoodie hah and you better not make me pull it. One thing about a sucka nigga he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me. Drop a bankroll on his main bitch make her go and do it for me. No Hollywood couldn't fake my life. Quarter million cash on a brand new jet. Crowd me nah nobody can do that. Slide a bag sip on yac and let 'em handle that. Trap nigga whippin' work in a Bando. You violate retaliation got me mando. I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em. Numbers scratched out paper runner. Strategy used to be take Atlanta. Spread it then makin' it in Savannah. Runnin' my play up the East Coast. I done tested the caliber YFN Lucci. Kickin' shit in the Caribbean. Know you pussy can't even open eye when you shoot. When you live wit' that bullshit you die wit' it too. I would talk but could not be alive wit' the truth. When you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too. Bringin' some action survive wit' it too. Swear I'm smokin' on nothin' but power. I get money and dodgin' them cowards. Yeah from the cracks and the holes in the pavement. Ain't no hope for the youth Lord save me. Gotta smile through it even though you hate it. All I ask is that you pray for me. Who gon' ride wit' me?. Aye who gon' ride wit' me?. Yeah death before dishonor but you lied to me dang. Who gon' ride wit' me?. Aye who gon' ride wit' me?. Yeah death before dishonor but you lied to me dang. This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don't even ahhm. It makes me feel like everything. It's just that nitty gritty fuckin' dirty South shit. It makes me feel good. This right here this ones for the pull-up