[Verse 1: Just]
Yovan got the whip, so the squad now rolls
Never in a rush, so we still move slow
Driving past the po, boy we gotta lay-low
Huh, why we do that? Boy you still don’t know?
Damn
Blame it on our, age, where we go through a phase
And carry this rage
I still don’t know how they know its us
Put our minds in a cage, and get trapped in a stage
But if we break out, then they know whats up
Huh?
Click-clack
We was never with the ones that had did that
Watch from from the windows and we sit back
Drive-slow by the cops, so they don’t mis-match, wait!
Blaow!
Drip-drop
The kids leak as much as albums
Hip-hop, tight-tux, and we speak like Malcom
Flip-flop, grab-grips, they ain’t holding flowers
How the hell you gonn’ tell me we ain’t about it?
Blaow!

[Bridge 1: Just]
Shells on the floor(floor)
Bodies in the street(street)
Violence is galore, shots went off
Now everybody in the street
Don’t lose yourself to this beat
I can’t blame you if you did
You haven’t seen what I seen, so
Thank God you here for this, oh God

[Verse 2: Just]
Chilling with the homies never been as scary as this
No blunt passes, but we still might get smoked ya heard?
Lonerism inside of the masses, this ain’t in your classes
They think that freedom won’t work
We don’t do much to get murked
I don’t want to die, I don’t think I need to, there’s already he-hella-hell on this earth
There's already hell on this earth
Th-th-theres already hell on this earth (earth-earth-earth-earth) Blaow!

[Verse 3: Just]
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
The sun is out, my n***as more than fine
The things we do will leave you mortified
And when we do, we gonn’ more than try
Yeah, and when we do we gonn’ more than try
Three n***as in a Chrysler van
Soccer mom-whip just driving it for kicks
Opened up the world, I don’t think you understand
That a n***a really tryna conquer all of this, wait
Now my stance way bigger
Everything heat, like the head of cigar
Your mind to small, let it grow on a n***a
Your mind to small, let it grow on a n***a
Your mind to small, let it grow on a n***a
Your mind to small, let it grow on a n***a
[Outro: Just]
Ugh, on the ride back home everybody’s too lit
Smell the alcohol like you're sniffing tulips
Middle finger out the window, we ain’t giving two -ish
These days in a daze, everybody stupid, goddamn
Everybody stupid?
These days, in a daze, everybody stupid
These days, in a daze, in a daze, in a daze, ugh
These days, in a daze, in a daze, in a daze, ugh
Yeah, these days, in a daze, in a daze, in a daze
Yeah, these days, in a daze, in a daze, in a daze
In a daze, in a daze
In a daze