[00:00.000] 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen
[00:00.0][Intro]
[00:08.39]We was out here gangbangin' now
[00:10.51]Posted on the block, my chain swangin'
[00:12.63][Chorus]
[00:13.3]Oh, to be young and dumb
[00:14.84]Don't believe in one-on-ones
[00:16.25]Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
[00:19.67]From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
[00:22.71]My homie died, heard his mama cry,  to her son
[00:26.31]Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
[00:29.70]Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum
[00:33.8]In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
[00:36.56]So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
[00:39.39][Verse 1]
[00:39.71]Pay attention to detail, made a million off my email
[00:44.10]Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells
[00:45.62]But it could be a Glock 23 shell
[00:47.35]Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed
[00:49.24]Where I come from, we don't see Yale
[00:50.98]Block baby, I'm a trap scholar
[00:52.59]I really studied them streets well
[00:54.18]Eyeball the work, we don't need scales
[00:56.2]I got baking soda on resale
[00:57.63]He'll do anything not to see jail
[00:59.25]No respect if he act like a female
[01:01.1]He really a bitch, uh, I gave my glizzy a switch
[01:04.1]Four seconds, we empty a stick
[01:05.36]Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh
[01:06.94][Chorus]
[01:07.21]Oh, to be young and dumb
[01:08.49]Don't believe in one-on-ones
[01:10.27]Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
[01:13.70]From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
[01:17.0]My homie died, heard his mama cry,  to her son
[01:20.33]Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
[01:23.75]Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum
[01:27.12]In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
[01:30.66]So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
[01:33.47][Verse 2]
[01:33.90]Society got too many distractions
[01:35.87]Every problem don't need a reaction
[01:37.58]Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense
[01:39.35]Even though kept his heat, he was lackin'
[01:41.3]Lost his homie, he seen the shit happen
[01:42.74]Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin'
[01:44.63]All this trauma increasin' the damage
[01:46.36]Hot shit with 'em demons attractin'
[01:48.0]This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell
[01:51.14]How you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors? Dead body smell
[01:52.92]Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well
[01:57.78]He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell
[02:00.75][Chorus]
[02:01.1]Oh, to be young and dumb
[02:02.67]Don't believe in one-on-ones
[02:04.42]Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
[02:08.14]From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
[02:10.91]My homie died, heard his mama cry,  to her son
[02:14.33]Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
[02:17.76]Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum
[02:20.94]In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
[02:24.25]So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb