[Intro]
This town I run my n***a
315, that's my home my n***a
FBC is what I rep my n***a
Mags, b**h
[Verse 1]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a flight, this here first cla**
First you subtract all the phonies, add your money, simple math
Never been a one to brag, I'm just speaking from my past
First I f** her then I dash, guess I'm learning from my dad
This right here is tragic, flowing like a savage
Hey, they ain't talking cramps when they I say I be spazzing
Plus that kush got a n***a eyes low
[?] bumping and drive slow
Satan is my time hoe, what the f** you think I grind for
Since a youngin' I was always told get them bucks
Said her life ain't been the same since (bleep) and me have f**ed
But it's looking like I made it, the key to this is patience
If ya'll started from the bottom, I guess I started from the basement
Homie, why you always hating, mean-muggin with all them faces
Half my homies [?], other half caught some cases
But my brody doing well, so you know they making bail
If they saying I ain't hot, guess it's because I'm raising hell
Like, the old man or should I say amen
Since Jesus left this earth, I ain't fear a man
Faded behind up in the club, b**hes doing the rain dance
So that's racks and racks, and that's a fact
Scream out "who that?", they yelling that's Young Mags
And that's a damn shame these chicks don't know my damn name
FBC OE, you n***as all know my campaign
I'm riding around on my side of town, that's the [?] b**h, so you heard this
These lames get on my nerves but I make all these lames nervous
So back up before my n***as start to act up, you get clapped up
Then wrapped up, then packed up, then shipped off
Watch me as I lift off like Space Balls or Space Jams
All these bars up in the booth, feeling like I'm caged in
Trunk sounds like a caveman, ba** that he's just banging
Got this critics on their toes like I'm screaming hang ten
(Lean) Well surfs up, I'm bout' to join that surf club
Bad b**hes catering, it's only right they serve us
My n***as ain't no joke, it's something you outta know
If you f** around with them f** arounds you get hold up, n***a
Tell Bravo to roll up n***a
Trying to smoke that sticky
315 be my home but also know as Mags City, muhf**a