[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
Say  I ain’t lying, ayy, bitch I done found a love for you in my heart
It  ain’t stronger then my brother’s though
But when it comes to this bitch, we gon' go hard every time
On my soul

[Chorus]
What  can you say about a n***a habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put  it in order, I go harder, I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one, I gotta stretch it
Let  my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus, I don’t conversate with Kevin
I just threw my youngin' money and he still ridin', steppin'

[Verse 1]
You can’t comprehend my words, but these bullets, bet he catch it
I  just gave my girl my charm and put diamonds in my Patty
Had to take it, bitch it’s dumb, ain’t nobody fuckin' let me
Still thuggin' bare arms I’m eighteen and a felon
Brand new whip with racing seats, I hop up in it, I’ma rev it
It ain’t hard for you to see, a Nawfside Baby, I’ma rep it
Remember when I was eleven, I was waiting on my time
Doing drugs like an addict, but was strong on my grind
Juvenile in the Parish, I was walkin' on that line
Feignin' for it, I gotta have it
'Bout time these bitches see me shine
[Chorus]
What can you say about a n***a habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put it in order, I go harder, I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one, I gotta stretch it
Let my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus, I don’t conversate with Kevin
I just threw my youngin' money and he still ridin', steppin'

[Verse 2]
Young n***a really slump shit, bet you ain’t who you run with
Straight up out that pool pit, ever seen that drum hit?
Man, ain’t gon' stop him, that slum shit
That choppa, that bitty bum shit
That end zone, they catch him, they punt shit
Real hitta, you know who I run with
All well, I’m paying my homage
People, they wishin' they hung me
What do you think about bum shit?
These n***as ain’t focused on money
Got a stick in the car, hold a hunnit
Up it and shoot where yo' dome at
Think my n***a tryna snake me
I sent a hunnit bands right where yo' home at
Long hair, but I comb it, obviously, you not my homie
Damn, I know that it’s right but I feel like it’s wrong, yeah
[Chorus]
What can you say about a n***a habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put it in order, I go harder, I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one, I gotta stretch it
Let my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus, I don’t conversate with Kevin (Nah)
I just threw my youngin' money and he still ridin', steppin' (Ridin', steppin', yeah, yeah)