Young N Dumb lyrics

We was out here gangbangin' now

Posted on the block, my chain swangin'

Oh, to be young and dumb

Don't believe in one-on-ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

Pay attention to detail, made a million off my email

Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells

But it could be a Glock 23 shell

Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed

Where I come from, we don't see Yale

Block baby, I'm a trap scholar

I really studied them streets well

Eyeball the work, we don't need scales

I got baking soda on resale

He'll do anything not to see jail

No respect if he act like a female

He really a bitch, uh, I gave my glizzy a switch

Four seconds, we empty a stick

Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh

Oh, to be young and dumb

Don't believe in one-on-ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

Society got too many distractions

Every problem don't need a reaction

Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense

Even though kept his heat, he was lackin'

Lost his homie, he seen the shit happen

Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin'

All this trauma increasin' the damage

Hot shit with 'em demons attractin'

This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell

How you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors? Dead body smell

Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well

He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell

Oh, to be young and dumb

Don't believe in one-on-ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb