Yeah, A-town, what's up
Young Steve, Stone Mountain
Childish, lemme get 'em
What up
Listen
[Verse 1]
Young Steve, n***a
Stone Mountain, real n***a
Play your cards right, man
And I'mma have to deal with you
n***a, all these bucks lookin' like a clean cut
We grew up in the dirty dirty
Now I'm 'bouts to clean up
Young D-boy, losin' our religion, now it's back
When I used to get my braids done with ?
It was right on ?, me and my n***a Kel
Broke as a joke, but we laugh, cause we livin' well
Split a chicken sandwich, it was just a dollar
Then we parking lot pimp at the atrium, an hour
Then we go and hit the club
Three blunts in my pocket
Only 16, sneakin' into Club Chocolate
Fake IDs, me and my n***a T
Then we head home and the clothes smell like nicotine
High schooler, but you couldn't tell me sh**
We was chillin' at the blue flame, b**hes on our dick
What up
This real sh**, tell me if you know about it
We in ? home, smokin' with the lower housing
n***a Dean had the green, he could front a mountain
Just a shoebox, n***as didn't have accountants
Fast forward, now we chill sippin' co*ktails
With a few freaks, man they all come from Rockdale
Reminiscin' with my n***as on them block ?
Smokin' like Jamaicans, eatin' good ox tail