They got me staring at the world through my rear view   Blow that, baby, scream to Gotti   Can't help you with your problems   Thug niggas wild when I come through      They can relate to my views   And couple with their problems   Turn this up, fucks ya problem?   This is real shit, homie      In the booth with the four-fifth   Only two clips, so the other clip   Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie   No shit, homie, know me?      Get in work, fa' we puffin' licks, homie   I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more?   How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds   In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya bitch up more      Switch next-shift from the block-shift   To the wreck-shift, then I got the click up raw   Hatin' niggas get shot up in liquor stores   Beat, strapped and tied up with extension cords, holla      Freeway's in Full Effect   And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner   'Cause, y'all taught me to go next   And I'ma be God damned if I'ma give my turn up      Freeway's in Full Effect   And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out   Y'all taught me to go next   And I'ma be God damned if I'ma squeeze my cannon      Far as I'm hearing, y'all doing a lot of comparing   'Cuz Young Neef's on the block missing a lot of appearance   Yeah, youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram   Now that have yo smokers and yo fiends   Leanin' like a kick-stand      I'd send my brother for ya mother, man, put up blocks in em'   Dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands   Chatti' will pistol-whips that'll rip through shit   I hate a prick, I'd kill his bitch and make her lick the dick      Neef, keeps out more then an extended clip   'Cuz I rather be judged by twelve then carried by six   And I can show you how to do this shit   Get ya straight and get ya cake right?      Let us smoke and test ya weight   Before you take it to plate   Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eighths   Early and not late      Don't be makin' no mistakes   Put it out and then you bring it back straight   It's more money to make, holla      Neef Bucks in Full Effect   And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner   'Cause, y'all taught me to go next   And I'ma be God damned if I'ma give my turn up      Neef Bucks in Full Effect   And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out   Y'all taught me to go next   And I'ma be God damned if I'ma squeeze my cannon      Young Gunna, just another victim of the ghetto nigga   Post and Pivot and distribute the work   My Pop broke as filthy got addicted to work   Man, they say it's a shame but as they say, it's the game      I made my way through the game   Rowdy lil' youngin', was the snotty nosed youngin'   E'rybody lil' youngin'   They only youngin' out huggin' that pavement      For paper and was shoveling pavement for neighbors   I never made it to them 5 on 5's   They was playin' live, I was tryin' stay live   Tryin' to stay alive      Moms workin', 11:30 to curfew, I was tryin' to stay till five   Hopin' the corners stay alive, while I'm killin' it   Can't stop me before the day I'm robbed   I'll be coppin' again      So fuck a day job while I'm feelin' it   They ain't stoppin' me   Straight from the center to state property      Young Chris in Full Effect   And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner   'Cause, y'all taught me to go next   And I'ma be God damned if I'ma give my turn up      Young Chris in Full Effect   And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out   Y'all taught me to go next   And I'ma be God damned if I'ma squeeze my cannon