[Young Bleed]

hey give me weed for a G and let me mob

and fuck what you talkin about playa

cause I do my job

I never knew nothin but hustlin

struggle and strive just to stay alive

never could keep a nine to five

so I'm making my cent

a proposition that you can't refuse

in it to win it, never lose

steady payin dues

I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now

got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now

but hold me down

and let me know you know for sure

when you see me sideways ballin out the door

gone to the liquor store

commin off the slab

smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab

on behalf of the Concentration Camp

we breaking bread for life

so everything gonna be alright now

my nigga my nerve

fresh off the curb

jelly, jam, and preserve

nothin but balls and my word

fuck what you heard

smoke something nigga