Young N Dumb

Lyrics

[Chorus] Young and dumb with my hand on my gun I wanted to be the man in the slum (With rounds in the trunk) Young and dumb with my hand on my gun Where America Eats is [Verse 1] My little nigga, you got your whole life ahead of you They gave you five in juvenile, don't do life in federal Poppin' them pills, sippin' that lean, smokin' that medicial He pulled up in that Lexus with that Rolex Perpetual Look in his eyes like, "Nothin' else is acceptable" He popped the trunk on the Lex', had ten pounds of thеm vegetables I lookеd at 'em like, "How you movin' is questionable" It's not what you do, but how you do it'll be the death of you Shit, we grew up in a house without no father figures They wanna rock Balenciaga, hoodie Coogi sweaters He fucked up a brick, and they head shot 'em That turnt his Off-White Nikes into some red bottoms First is they picked 'em up, and then the Feds got 'em (Yeah, they picked 'em up last night, my nigga) For movin' that Bill Clinton, the hilary rider Four cases in five states, he was globe trottin' (Yo, listen) Four cases in five states, he was globe trottin' They charged 'em with narcotics but couldn't make the murder stick A few of his accomplishes testified on the things he did They charged 'em as a kingpin when he was just a kid Yo, listen [Chorus] Young and dumb with my hand on my gun I wanted to be the man in the slum, yo Young and dumb with my hand on my gun Where America Eats is [Verse 2] We push them packs that them older niggas supplied us with Designer drip, a bunch of young boys formin' alliances In the kitchen cookin' cocaine like scientists (Yo, I'ma take that hundred grand and charge two-hundred-fifty, son) Yo, we supply the strip, blowin' L's, dividin' chips Watch how you post them pics; they lookin' for a lick And they run up on you, and they book you for your shit (Yo) They got the drop when that nigga slipped, uh Schemes of gettin' rich, attitude stink, he with the shits He took one of his young boys to ride and do the hit They murderd the own the dog like Michael Vick, 'cause he was sittin' on a half a brick [Interlude] Shit, I was—, I mean one time I try to talk to my lil' niggas Tell 'em, "Man, y'all got a whole life ahead of you, man, that shit y'all doin' in jail ain't matter" I gotta slow down with all that bullshit, man This shit and money don't mix, word [Chorus] Young and dumb with his hand on his gun I wanted to be the man in the slum, yo Young and dumb with my hand on my gun Where America Eats is