[Verse 1: Ibn Inglor]. You look lost inside. So lost but I'm always here. This all I have and I'm just trying to find my path. I pray to God every night that you say you lost.
This that super bad bitch strip. 2 count grip. 2 thug niggas blood crip. 2 set trick. 2 chevys with the 4 door. 2 top back. 2 pyrex pots music. This that styrofoam cup filled up.
[Chorus: MOOSE]. What it do youngblood. First rule no rules youngblood. See I used to have no clue youngblood. You win some or you lose youngblood. Let me kick some game all my OGs told me.
[Chorus: Marion Write]. When nothing seems to go right I just need to roll up. Pull me out a glass and pour up. Train wreck, hit the gym and tone up, tone up.