[Verse: Well$]
Same kids tryna make it out
I'm just tryna sketch it out before they take me out
Leave a, blueprint for the few kids
That may be still hangin’ since back then
Man you know how that shit go (Go)
I can't fuck with n***as mayne (Mayne)
I prolly know his bitch though (Though)
Ain't nobody sicker than me
Fish scale cut raw for the stuffed nose
And I’m on it as far as cusps go
And if you don't want it all
What you come for?
And if he ain't pull the ratty
What you dip for?
Man you can't afford to freeze
On the Ford doe
Front line, broad day, dump the truckload
I think I rang the alarm
They got me beating my chest
They let a legend be born
Lance Armstrong good with consecutive tours
Carve out a section that's primarily ours
Fuck that, young n***as want it all mayne
Aww, mayne
No words for the post-game
Got bitches who don't even know my whole name
Only hit a n***a line if the whole thing
Is ever in question
Measure the efforts, it's effortless
Stripped down the extra n***a
This is what I left you with
Pullin' over nighters man they only work the second shift
Telling me our struggle the same but I don’t feel it
You wield a knife in a gunfight
I’m probably gone kill ya
In my hood we praise trap n***as
And all the dope dealers, so, hey
In my hood we praise trap n***as
And all the dope dealers, so, hey
[Chorus: Amelia Meath]
Young man (Young man)
Where you running without your wings (Where you running without your wings)
I heard you blowing up the stereo
Watch it though, those wings will burn out before you know
Young man (Young man)
Where you running without your wings (Where you running without your wings)
I heard you blowing up the stereo
Watch it though, those wings will burn out before you know
Young man, young man

[Outro: Amelia Meath]
Young man (Young man)
Where you running without your wings (Where you running without your wings)
I heard you blowing up the stereo
Watch it though, those wings will burn out before you know