They tried to kill me in my younger days
Slave to the block, not a runaway
Funny how a nucca get a whip and run away
Funny how a nucca get a chain and run away
They tried to kill me in my younger days
We was on the block like its hunger games
We was from the cops like its hunger games
I said we was running from the cops like its hunger games
North Side LB
Nuccas can't tell me, nothing
I hope the scales be, tipping in my favor
I was 13, busting at the neighbors
Then I was 15, fuccin on the neighbors
I had a 16 before I turned 16
14 with an inf beam
I made a hundred racks and gave it to my momma
I made 50 racks and bought the homies choppas
I made a hundred racks and gave it to my granny
I'll make a million dollars when I hit the Grammys
And if I don't, nucca so what?
We got the whole Long Beach sowed up
Me and Snoop, riding in the coupe
Me and Tray Dee riding in the Six Tre
Them was my dreams in my younger days
They tried to kill me in my younger days
That boy Vince Staples
Real off the top shyt