All tha rage 4 ppl our age

Reese:
Gang x18

Jase:
I got the kush who got the papers, yo put that fronto on the table, hit up them girls who caught the vapors, you already know they coming through later

Kos D:
And they fittina cop O.E, but where the 45 for my niggahz over here yo swing that, i could give you that thing back, thing back thing back

Reese:
Whenever we link up
It’s all gang, gang, gang
But none of us niggas bang but we hang same thang
Be damned if niggas say we ain’t hopping out
Make your thots squat and watch when my squad is out
When my squad is out, When my squad is out
You can dance or not but we gon do it like these cameras out

Jase:
Niggas finna whip
Honda ‘96 like it's Lexus
In your direction
Fresh off sex with one my exes
Don't know if we used protection
But I'm like
Too drunk as fuck for stressing
Roll heem up pass it like it's breakfast
Call Feez up if he up we exit
Thank Jesus the team up what's today scheme on the pleasures?
Momma like Keenan Wayans with the message
Treat her like Pootie tang don't hear nothing
Only things cross membrane not for nothing it's prolly fucking tonight

Pt II
Kos D:
Yo why y’all niggas build labels and leave me crumbs

Kos D, Jase, Reese:
Yo why y’all niggas build labels and leave me crumbs, why yall niggahz spin fables and leave me slummed, leave me slumped, see me like tv one, yo i got a good plan man leave me one, and i’m bout to put hands fam leave me son, sick of my niggahz asking like leave me some, they wanna snatch cultures, circle like vultures, make money off us, work us to the bone and then they sell us the coffins, we gotta spread often, reinvest the cash or they all gon off us, they don’t give a fuck treat us all like orphans, can’t catch but you love the style, wanna throw me in a cell cause i’m young and profound, don’t wanna see us smart no way no how, who the criminal now, man i don’t understand, throwing us in prison just to make a couple bands, scheme scam, turn around huh? Who’s your man? He get it too, how the slave daddy do, until the slave daddy gets popped times two and we hold the kid hostage gimme some room

Kos D:
Ay yo i peeped how yall move, yall wanna act like this ain’t our hood that’s good fuck you, raise rent money till it’s all too funny, in the car like fuck it, plenty little niggahz selling trees for the duckets, aw please little niggahz, packing heat little niggahz, better think for a mintue for you squeeze litte niggahz, that’s for all of my niggahz theres a war out here, and all they really missing build walls out here, you know 5 O circle the block the Glock cocked, wild west style telling your mom they’ll pop pops, nightstick in the ass, all in the name of peace keeping, gestapo tactics in the name of heat seeking, and now there’s plenty neighborhood kids steady leaking, ask white folks yo just another weekend, just another weekend

Hook:
So won’t you tell me what you wanna do, won’t you tell me what you tryna do, so won’t you tell me what you gon’ do, what you gon’ do, so won’t you tell me what you gonna do

Reese:
Now it’s this or that, that or this
I be mad when you trip, you can track with lists
Fact is that your actions ain’t matching your lips
So you can spaz but I’ma get back to the VIP
Sit, don’t speak
And think of quotes, schemes, hoes with nose rings and how to do all three
In the same night, in the cut till it plays right
Serve niggas up, what it taste like
My pace like tryna move now my nigga so move now
We in the booth now, tryna put grooves out
But dudes foul with these promises you shout
Tune out when it’s time to do it, dude wow
My mood’s now give these niggas up for free
When I’m up, no niggas can’t fuck with me
No crew love, few hugs or wassups from me
Get a dap maybe, rare day when I act crazy
Fact lately, I’m good alone
Take my phone off the hook, put these crooks on hold
Push on till the pull is gone, I’m good dawg
Look lost when I’m finding niggas for who they are, for real

Hook:
So won’t you tell me what you wanna do, won’t you tell me what you tryna do, so won’t you tell me what you gon’ do, what you gon’ do, so won’t you tell me what you gonna do

Jase:
Now
This third verse is dedicated to the one
Concerned with counting up funds
Shorty lost in a selfie with her ass on the sink with her hair in a bun
Broke Niggas feening online to cop the new ones
YBPs thinking they shit stink like roses making u think they know
Better than all y’all Jiggy for warn y'all
He hate like Reagan the next 4 to 8 might strong arm y'all
Why fuck black bodies on asphalt?
3/5 of we don't get past your thoughts?
You love our style, thief the sound then Mow us down
But we don't pledge the fucking flag
That's the last straw ?
I know we all too involved to get involved with world revolving all around
But if we take all of y'all and all of mine combined the time, the heart, the soul, the mind
That's a fear that tingle in they spine
We Crack the back of black on black crime
We reach to teach of black owned enterprise
Peep the skies I know they praise that's the limit
But that's beginning me and the rest of these niggas don’t plan on ending til we crash the ceiling
Now is you with it? For sure
Should’ve known day one, day gon’ come where we can’t take no more
Fuck that “holding on” shit
Niggas still waiting up on our just due
40 acres with a mule, a level playing ground for the future kids coming out the schools
All a nigga trying to do change your world views
Hope you lead the change

Outro:
And this all the rage for people our age these days x6