Uploaded August 2022 | Updated September 2026, 7 hours ago

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► Lyrics:
Relly Relly
He got this shit

Yeah,
Young Gwan
Hajeem
79

Brodie died

Brodie died
I couldn’t even thank him
All them times I went through was painful
I loss Al, I loss Reem
I got angels
When you get to this point they try to bait you
Damn near killing myself tryna save you
When you willing to help they still hate you

(Yeah, yeah)

My mom told me don’t let this shit break you
Most these niggas gone say that they made you

(Yeah)

Yesterday I gave my pop 3500 he gave me a hug he was thankful
Get the money and don’t let it change you

(Mean that)
(Ahhhhh)

Chilling with Coon and Mel the Casamigos man they telling me drink it (I’m on)
She keep on calling my cell, we just exchanged number I feel like she anxious (Yeah)

It got cold in the crib had Hermes the blanket, ewwww I feel like made it (Yeah)
This a AMG wheel and it’s spacious
I was deep in the field tryna make it
(Ok)

Relly Relly, he got this shit cranking
At the telly
Watching belly
She naked

I been peeping that niggas on fake shit
I been peeping a lot but don’t say shit
(Ewwwww)

Had to wait all them years until it made sense

On the block with my peers on a grave shift

Came a long way I use to wear K Swiss

In my B27s on ape shit

Up the way on a bike wear Bape shit

Donnie sent me a kite said you doing great shit

Already knew you would make it

Ain’t no buying
They robbing
They take shit

Tell me what you would do if they take?

Keep a tool but that don’t mean you straight

Niggas die with they tool it’s too late

She like what’s that you blew?
It’s a vape

I was tryna move my mom out of state
But she don’t wanna leave, rather stay
I was writing them raps til it ache
And I’m always gone rock for Lil Dre

I smell good it’s Dior what I sprayed

In the hood on the 4, I was raised
Had to cement the 4 on my Jays

I don’t speak to them whores once I slayed

All the shit I endured, I’m amazed
Play with fire
Get burnt
I got caught in the flames
And I had to sort out some things

Ain’t important them niggas is lame
I told her don’t record when we hang

I was hurt, I was pouring out pain

You get marked
You get tore out the frame
Ain’t gone let niggas score on the gang

Passport it got stamped
I just boarded a plane
Aruba I landed and ordered some wings

A trooper
I came from the mud
Ain’t complain

Ya shooters be
Ya shooters be shooting
But don’t got no aim

I go and I spit in the booth and it’s flames

I hit what’s her name
But I won’t say her name
I’m not with the games
Cut you off if you playing

I use to take hikes
Either walk it or trains

I came from a bike
I pulled off in a range

It’s all out of spite when these bitches come hang She told me her nigga fucked up
Im like damn
She telling me I lucked up I’m like…

Naw
I ain’t luck up on shit bitch It’s young 79
Im the catch

Vernon til I die

Let me hear that from the top Sam