Lyrics:

[Intro:]
Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me!
Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you!
Yeah!


The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory
Had the '., diamond watches and the baddest Shawties
Now they're in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted Shawties,
No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
It's levels to this shit, it's different categorize
Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and'
They ain't never won no rings but be mad at '
They're talking about, man that nigga don't deserve that shit!
Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit
We started from the bottom, had the' turn that shit
Get it while the' good after that preserve that shit.
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit!
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never made me dumb.
All that did was made me come, swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch, you've been should have gave me some!
I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me '
Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me?)
I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the world is constipated, nobody gonna give you shit!
I learned that niggas gonna be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gonna be hoes, they just hate.. to it
Where I been? Getting to it
Going through and getting through it
Running round killing shit, telling cops I didn't do it!
That's why they call me 'Young OG'
And I'mma spit this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my Shawty in from Cali and she' OG
She got me chilling in my city but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them niggas online, reply whild
Broke niggas talking cause it's free WFi

[Outro:]
Oh, I hear you!
You know the problem with you lil niggas?
You think you know everything about the damn world
But you don't know shit!
Well I see you got yourself a lil business going
Well that's good, that's good! You make that paper!
But when you're making, paper you gotta learn some rules too
You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter!
It's two types of niggas in this world
The niggas with guns and niggas with butter
Now what are guns?
The guns, that's the realist thing
It's stocks and bonds, artwork
What you know the shit I appreciate with value
What's the butter?
Cars, clothes, jewelry, all that other bullshit
That don't mean shit after you buy it.
That is what it's all about!
Guns and butter, baby!
Lil dumb motherfuckers!