Lone Wolf on Lonetree
Cutting up From Cutting to Contra Loma
Wes had the Porsche and the Stang - on mamas
Ima keep it funky - soundtrack - Big Tymers
The height of my ambition was rims and big tires
So we ran thru they mama house - hit em where it hurts
Uncle room - underneath the couch and in they purse
Never took the time to weigh the cost versus worth
Shiekh finna sell out of them Jordans - I need em first
Back when we all rolled Swishers - and everything was purple
You found you a click and never left that circle
Squares try to infiltrate - get the boot from infra-reds
Get the dough and get some head- called that girl head & bread
Dead wrong - feeling young and invincible
Fast-forward hella dead friends - some turned Principles
Where's your morals wheres your principals?
Whats yo character? Who do you listen to?
They just want you blurp - blurped
They just want you blurp - blurped
You just tell em nah - nah
You just tell em nah -nah
They just want you blurp - blurped
They just want you blurp - blurped
You just tell em nah - nah
You just tell em nah
Young and Im runnin to it
Yeah
What more
Could you want
Young and Im runnin to it
Yeah
What more
Could you want
A Lone wolf - pushin up Lone Tree
Built a rep in a city where dont nobody know me
East county rollin - still holdin it down for Richmond
Hot up in the burbs - cops out to lynch them
Take the boy out the hood - but he still a hood boy
Environment make a bad man outta a good boy
Show me the path of least resistance - I need a Lamborghini
Livin a dual existence - dont judge me when you see me
Thats just how a nigga feel - hit the fo' to get to deals
Mortgage hella high moms made it evident that its real
The element is chill - but them youngins kickin doors in
Tryna make them dollars pour in is better than bein poor when
You in the boonies - Scooty turned into a goonie
Rich kids drivin Benz - hit licks with survivin friends
Where does it end when you pledged it all
I just had to ball - didnt have no class at all
They just want you blurp - blurped
They just want you blurp - blurped
You just tell em nah - nah
You just tell em nah -nah
They just want you blurp - blurped
They just want you blurp - blurped
You just tell em nah - nah
You just tell em nah
Young and Im runnin to it
Yeah
What more
Could you want
Young and Im runnin to it
Yeah
What more
Could you want
Wes had the Porsche and the Stang - on mamas
Ima keep it funky - soundtrack - Big Tymers
The height of my ambition was rims and big tires
So we ran thru they mama house - hit em where it hurts
Uncle room - underneath the couch and in they purse
Never took the time to weigh the cost versus worth
Shiekh finna sell out of them Jordans - I need em first
Back when we all rolled Swishers - and everything was purple
You found you a click and never left that circle
Squares try to infiltrate - get the boot from infra-reds
Get the dough and get some head- called that girl head & bread
Dead wrong - feeling young and invincible
Fast-forward hella dead friends - some turned Principles
Where's your morals wheres your principals?
Whats yo character? Who do you listen to?
They just want you blurp - blurped
They just want you blurp - blurped
You just tell em nah - nah
You just tell em nah -nah
They just want you blurp - blurped
They just want you blurp - blurped
You just tell em nah - nah
You just tell em nah
Young and Im runnin to it
Yeah
What more
Could you want
Young and Im runnin to it
Yeah
What more
Could you want
A Lone wolf - pushin up Lone Tree
Built a rep in a city where dont nobody know me
East county rollin - still holdin it down for Richmond
Hot up in the burbs - cops out to lynch them
Take the boy out the hood - but he still a hood boy
Environment make a bad man outta a good boy
Show me the path of least resistance - I need a Lamborghini
Livin a dual existence - dont judge me when you see me
Thats just how a nigga feel - hit the fo' to get to deals
Mortgage hella high moms made it evident that its real
The element is chill - but them youngins kickin doors in
Tryna make them dollars pour in is better than bein poor when
You in the boonies - Scooty turned into a goonie
Rich kids drivin Benz - hit licks with survivin friends
Where does it end when you pledged it all
I just had to ball - didnt have no class at all
They just want you blurp - blurped
They just want you blurp - blurped
You just tell em nah - nah
You just tell em nah -nah
They just want you blurp - blurped
They just want you blurp - blurped
You just tell em nah - nah
You just tell em nah
Young and Im runnin to it
Yeah
What more
Could you want
Young and Im runnin to it
Yeah
What more
Could you want
Credits
Writer(s): Dameon Bledsoe, Rawshee Grier
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