**VERSE 1**
With my homies I was chilling nigga, late night
Had to come back In the morning, got a quick flight... its back to the 258
Now i'm gwazin with my brothers recording with my fam
Know what it is gone blow up nigga, bam
Establish foundations, gone get these floor plans
No longer the boy, i'm just trynna be the man
So fuck a nigga who hating, i'm just steady creating
In my room, spreading vibes that i'm cautiously making
So you know youngin bout to do good
Ironic how the homies always up to, no good uhm
You don't pick your brothers, your brothers pick you
And if you cross em, imma hurt you like jujitsu
So if we stay together, i swear, we'll never fold
Eyes open, as I watch it all unfold
**CHORUS**
These days I've been chilling with my old crew (x4) [Yeah, Yeahhh]
[Young niggas, from the south side
Young niggas, up to no good] (x2)(background)
**VERSE 2**
I guess I'm back to my bullshit
Never loaded yeah I never held a full-clip
Just in search of some reassurance for my heart
Drop a song and go up the charts, that idea a little far-fetched
And all these rappers, so repetitive
I bring the truth to you, like i'm on a sedative
Fuck girls who are celebit
Getting money is the goal making sure that the balance, never negative
New girls, but the same ways
Sip on Tuesdays watch a nigga ball like i'm 2PAID
These days are the broke days
Got a bottle out the club you know a brother can't afford drinks
Jeans torn like I'm wearing Kanye and shit
She got Friends? call them over, we can play and shit
No games, all serious
If that ass right make a brother act religious start praising it!
**CHORUS**
**OUTRO**
Young niggas, from the south side
Young niggas, up to no good (x2)