[Verse 1]
Young boy fiending for that cream 'cuz the older heads got that
Gold chain, snapback, yeah, he wanna rock that
Just hit double digits so he really think he grown
All alone on them back blocks tryna bring the block back
Leave the crib broke, 8:00, he bring that guap back
Stacks in his pocket & his momma can't stop that
Said he addicted to money, he can't drop that
He don't need a permit, he ain't got a stand
Shit, he just gotta stand by that corner that they shop at
Fam screaming school like it's cool, you a fool
Cuz that money looking better than that knowledge, can't top that
Tryna get the whip, press a button, top drop back
In the '80s, he would tell you where the rocks at
But he a youngin, so he supplying the pills
'Cuz poverty is real and crime's paying the bills
Ain't old enough to drive & already know the feel of that...

[Hook: King Tee vocal sample]
Big gold chain, big gold, big gold chain, big gold chain, 30, 30-inch dookie... (x4)

[Verse 2]
Just a young nigga lost with no GPS
So he keeps one eye open like CBS
You see him stress, right? Now he wonders can he live
Designer jacket with a gun by his ribs
Murder on his mind and still evading the cuffs
(Inspectah Deck vocal sample: Life, life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough!)
But it is, though, them aspirations when you tryna get a Benzo
With the brand-new rims on the Lorenzos
He just wanna get ahead, everybody loves bread, but we all hate the ends, though
So he gets lifted off the indo-
Nesia, please, bruh, open up a window
Little did he know that the snakes steady creeping
He deep in, they been watchin' him for 3 weekends
He ain't even think about the danger of his actions
He just steady trappin', stackin' & chiefin'
Looking at the world from the wheel of a BM
He just needs money, but them jackboys need him
He tried to peek out, but the steel peeked in
Popped him and left his blood leaking, all over his...

[Hook]