[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street n***a tryin' make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These n***as talk about it but they never did sh**
And we ain't really smelling that sh**
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street n***a tryin' make some millions
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, know I'm from the projects
In the hood know I still got on all my sh**
100k on my neck
Die for my respect
Tryin' ride on the kid, f** around and wreck
Play you, die, you next
Uh, true number one got 'em upset
I've been on my young fly sh** since a lil' jet, true sh**
A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with
Don't be jumping in sh** you ain't got nothin' to do with
Sweep yo' block like a house sweep, y'all all sweet
Never been the type to call all beef, don't call me
n***a talkin' 'bout he gon' off me, they lost me
They tryin' do me like Jeezy, they tryin' cross me
I'ma give a n***a the full clip 'til it's all E
After bloodshed ain't no sorry, I'm sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Gotta get the f** up out the hood by any means
We all G's
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street n***a tryin' make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These n***as talk about it but they never did sh**
And we ain't really smelling that sh**
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street n***a tryin' make some millions
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Shout out my n***as that stayed down
That's why they still with me I came up
Got some money and look what they sayin' now
But they tell you them n***as stand up, I manned up
And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom's to public housing
Had to put her in that mansion, for the hood I got a Audi
And they tell me that I'm losin', man you n***as f**in' wildin'
When they k**ed Lil' Snupe, I took a L
Young trap n***as from the bottom, we prevailed
We had got expelled before they taught us how to spell
We ain't never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale
Busting' bricks sellin' bails, I ain't never tell
Only thing a n***a takin' from me is a shell
Hood of broken dreams, we was to raising hell
If you was from my hood, then you would never get a cell
f** n***a!
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street n***a tryin' make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These n***as talk about it but they never did sh**
And we ain't really smelling that sh**
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo' day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street n***a tryin' make some millions