[Verse 1]
6th, 7th grade I had a plan to make it through the threshold
I didn't say to achieve it, that I ain't make a mess though
The classes drawn out more money wasn't comin'
So I ended up just tappin' into cars instead of tappin' pencils
Dang! "Investigations comin'!" was the memo
The knockers spin around the block to ask us questions
But the only thing that boomed into my mind was tellin' pigs "N-O!"
The system bigger liars than chins on Jay Leno
You would've thought that somebody would've spoken
Or figured out that who did it would be one up on some tokens
But they ain't think the girl that stayed all in the house was provoking
I only did it just to prove I could open the doors they tried closing
Breakin' into opportunities, they said "Wasn't open"
I ain't steal nothin' but they peace of mind and nobody noticed
The last person they suspected was a girl that can even focus
I'm popped an Ultima, a GT and a Black Ford Focus
Skrtt! Tuh. They went and looked for a bunch
Not a lil' girl that was tryna get a meal for school lunch
It wasn't free cause, though we was down in the dumps
The paper said "We wasn't qualified, cause we made enough"
Seeing mom and dad scraping dollars that they ain't have
It made me irritated, so I went and got me a bag
And looking back at the days, I drink my Fanta and laugh
'Cause to this day, ain't nobody ever caught my ass
Hahaha!

[Hook 1]
So I ain't mad, he a hoodlum
He just tryna eat, man I hope they don't book em'
System inconsiderate, don't even be lookin'
Ayy, so I ain't mad, he a hoodlum
TRAP! and I ain't mad, they some hoodlums
They just tryna ball, man I hope they don't book em'
System inconsiderate, don't even be lookin'
Ayy, so I ain't mad, they some hoodlums

[Verse 2]
TRAP! and I ain't saying this for kids to act
I just want y'all to understand how we livin' lavish (Correction!)
I meant to tell you how we livin' famish
And how Republicans act like they never do the damage
Ooh! Rappers can't talk polls and religion
Instead talk polls or send em to God, and enter the prisons
The outside lookin' in and never just wanna just listen
So let me straight up tell you what goes on inside this prism
You put a liquor store in every corner daily
Don't offer jobs, close all the schools and open prisons
Offer Section 8, only throwing guns, crack, and barely
Ever try to think, what makes the neighborhood crazy?
But hey, I ain't the mayor or the president
Nor am I legal with voting rights, so Heaven sent
I just want someone to understand that this is hood America
Unless we millionaires or the 1 percent
So in conclusion

[Hook 2]
Don't be mad, we some hoodlums
We just tryna ball, man I hope they don't book us
System failed us all, don't even be lookin'
Ayy, so don't be mad we some hoodlums