J.D. on the track, on the track On the track, on the track Gang, it's how it feel I grind, I don't give a Nothin' niggas I say Everybody just *** *** it, I know I'm still young I know I'm still dumb, but I'm tryna change *** My youngins, they viewin' that gang *** I send them, they pull up and bang *** I try to chill out and focus on music But niggas forgot that we dangerous When it comes to that iron, we slang *** I'ma stay on this road till my lane splits On the road gettin' chicken, but we call it flickin' These niggas ain't speakin' my language Pussy boy, I don't *** with that lame *** It be hard to stay low cause it's fame *** Had this thot give me mop in the back of my Beamer It's crazy, you call it your main bitch Every link up, it's always the same *** Now you knockin', I know that the pain hit Said you wanna be a opp, had your bitch give me top Told the gods, I'm like, bro, this is gang *** White gold, I ain't rockin' no stainless Fill your head with three hollows, you brainless Put them golds in your wires, they lookin' for cash You *** around, boy, and be chainless Run up on me, head-tanglin', you famous And I heard niggas lookin' for me And I heard niggas lookin' for bro Pop out, I'll be ice, she ain't clean New drip from my head to my toe Catch her eye, back to back in the road Well, it's burnin', we get them skips, they think it low Order my food, then I tuck it to go I was 13, tryna flip me a O When I ain't on that, and I knew I would blow I knew that one day I'd sell out the show I know these thot niggas want me to lose Thanks for the haters for helpin' me grow I got some feelings I never let show Ride through my city, I'm drivin' a Ford You see me, I'm flexin' with butterfly doors *** it, I know I'm still young I know I'm so dumb, but I'm tryna change *** My youngins, they dealin' that gang *** I send them, they pull up and bang *** I try to chill out and focus on music But niggas forgot that we dangerous When it come to that iron, we slang *** I'ma stay on this road till my lane switch On the road, gettin' chicken, but we call it flickin' These niggas ain't speakin' my language Pussy boy, I don't *** with that lame *** It be hard to stay low, cause it's fame *** It's crazy, you call it your main, bitch Every link up, it's always the same *** Now you knockin', I know that the pain hit Now you knockin', I know that the pain hit