[Verse: YV Savage]
Yeah, these bitches tryna test a young n***a, so much (yeah, yeah)
Some of my n***as dead, some locked up in that clutch (locked)
Man, this pain got me twisted, yeah, it hurts deep (hurts)
Poppin’ pills, lean sippin’, tryna get some sleep (lean)
Y’all don’t think straight, just trippin’ off that hype (trippin’)
This shit fucked my brain, I can barely think right (whoa)
When I was nine, the n***as I had did no shit (nah)
Now I’m twelve, they wanna move like they legit (move)