4What

They're so mad at us for what?
So what, I'm young I love the drugs
I said I'd blow two years ago
Them friends they say they'd stay for when I'm up
Guess what, wassup? They gone
They gone
But I don't need 'em anyway
Fuck what them people say
They cannot control me
Road still ain't too lonely
If you mad how people treat you
Go and get some money
Go and hit the gym, get some clothes
Don't be bummy
Remember back in day, man I used to be dusty
I was never pussy, I loved getting money
And this life to me
Gotta tell you something 'bout this life
It's winners and it's losers to this game
Don't be a loser for the fame
Don't come up off my name
'Cause that means you not gang
Shit pretty lame huh?
Five years doing the same stuff
They mad at us for what?
I'm young, so what
I take some drugs