I helped Scoop make a mill and he went dead broke
That shyt hurt me to my heart but that’s my nikka though
I probably owe him like a hundred bands to this day
RIP Young Scooter
“Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all your life
Dwellin' on the past when you was alright
When you was getting cash but wasn't too bright
Now your luck down, you feel like bustin' them shells
Nobody owe you, can't do nothin' for self
Want nikkas to show you, how to come up with green
I schemed since I'm 14, what the fukk was your dream?
Rental cars, little broads, saying you was seen
With little nikkas with a chain, you was doing your thing
How high was I? You the thousandth guy
That came around thinking we can see eye to eye
We on a different echelon
Could've got bread together, now you get skidded on“