Into Something - RJmrLA, Earl Swavey

Just a cold young nigga from the ghetto\nI had to hustle, ain’t nobody give me nothing\nJust spent four nights with no survis, me and my brother\nAnd my mama now\nGet more money, I deposit\nDoing shows, I remember I used to fly shit\nReminiscing on days when I was without shit\nGold bar, put it in her mouth shit\nNigga this a dream, I got clout, bitch\nSippin Lean, poppin Xans, off the Patrone\nWhere YG at, he said he poppin with the Migos\nRJ, yeah, just did a song with the Migos\nFree my main man, Greedo\nSmokin dank out there, with my people\nPull right up in the T4\nJust a cold young nigga from the ghetto, just a cold young nigga from the gutter\nI’m a cold young mack, with my thrillers\nShinin gold on them actors and them millers\nI done broke bread, pinched pennys out the nickle\nDone up in the head, done got a milly off the drippin\nReminiscing on them days when I was little\nBefore we learned how to jack, we had it simple\nThinkin way way back, I remember\nYou was hella late, way back, if I remember\nMr. LA, dope boy with a cannon\nPull up in a Wraith, all black, like Cannon\nSmoke the whole play, we play weed while we jammin\nGonna lock the gates on these niggas when they scramblin\nI’m still a prodict of the south, thrillers\nYou been a selfish bitch since Couch made thrillers\nGot some down bitches, got the south gang with us\nFuck you niggas, got some people proud of me