Spokes and Snapbacks - Young Drummer Boy, King Lil G, Young Gizmo

Have You Ever Felt Like Giving Up?

Chillin' On The Ave Rollin' Fat Blunts

My Moms Said I Smoke Way Too Much

But To Me I Can Never Smoke Quite Enough

My Young Homies Stay With Them Uzi’s

Never Fuck With Them Floozies

Cause They Got No Time To Lose See

I Used To Roll Around In A Hooptie

But Now N Days I Spend A Night With Some Groupies

Cause The Shit Had To Change Though

Now I’m Trying To Put My Homies On The Payroll

Never Switch On My Family Like Fredo

I Sit & Think About My Life

While I Chain Smoke

See I’m Calm & Collective

If You Ever Disrespect It

I’m A Grab You By Your Necklace

I’m Trying To Put Them Phonies On My Check List

My Main Goal Is To Find Out Where My Check Is

I’m Troublesome

Well If Its On, Then Its On

Smoke Heavy Blunts

Trying To Get Up In My Zone

1 For The Money, 2 For The Hoes

Get Drug Money

Fuck Bitches, Get Dough

East Coast, West Coast

Fuck Bitches, Get Dough

East Coast, West Coast

Fuck Bitches, Get Dough

Have You Ever Felt Like Giving Up?

Looking At The Time Like There Ain’t Enough

My Hoods Real Like The Streets Up In Iraq

The Only Difference Is The Spokes & The Snapbacks

I’m Hoping God Will Look Over Me

I’m Smokin' Weed Lookin' For The Highest Potency

If I Die Would Anybody Remember Me?

I Hope So, Cause I’m Smokin' On The Killa Weed

I Said I’m Smokin' On The Killa Weed

I’m Living In The Same Place Where The Killas Be

At Times I Feel I Had The Same Tendencies

While I’m Sippin' On The Lean Like In Tennessee

Shout Out To All My Enemies

That Chill With Me & Drink Up All Of My Hennessy

Yeah I Know It Sounds Fucked Up

But Thats The Way A Young Homie Had To Grow Up

I’m Troublesome

The Way I’m Smokin'

Yeah You Know Its Hella Loud

When I Cruise Around

I Gotta Carry A 30 Round

I’m Tired Of These People Tryin' To Hold Me Down

I’m Just Another Kid Tryin' To Make It Out

I’m Just Tryin' To Make My Momma Proud

See I Never Had Much When I Was A Child

I Ain’t Never Had No Father Figure Around

All I Ever Seen Was Drug Dealers Moving Pounds

Only Real G’s In My Section

Thank The Lord For All My Blessings

I Just Hope I’m Headed In The Right Direction

I’m A Straight Up Adolescent

I Just Hope That I Could Make Into Heaven

Troublesome.

Troublesome.