Motivation for the Youth lyrics

[Chorus]
Young n*gga with two dollars and a dream
Threw a dollar on the weed, had a dollar just to eat
Couple of [?] but they always [?]
Pops told me stay out the system, ain't really get meaning
Caught my first F, but I had a reason
Life get a mess, I ain't drowning in the deep end
Way too blessed, shorty, my hood full of demons
Don't get left, for them shooters come out creeping
Where I'm from, they do the most for the profit
Kick doors on Christmas, and dump out your stockings
It's obnoxious, but the way we living get toxic
n*ggas ain't never seen the tropics
n*ggas ain't never gonna stop it
Me and my n*ggas came up from robbing
Book for your reefer, we run down, and we running in your pockets
When you run out of money, get booked for your sneakers

[Verse]
Look how they treat ya
When you from the ghetto
Now I got it, n*gga, I should throw a book at my teachers
And all my brothers know they got it if I got it, but I never got a buck for the leaches
It's my story, I don't need a pen and pad
If you heard the beginning, you would think it ended sad
I was scaling grams up, and packing them in bags
Then I got a call from Grams, told me pack your f*cking bags
Time to boss up, leave that broke sh*t in the past
You a different type of winner, when you started off last
Ever since I started winning, got b*tches and more cash
Put my n*ggas in posision for chicken like DoorDash
I done came up, stayed down like floor mats
I get greedy with the rackeys, I need all that
Never greedy with my n*ggas, 'cause we all get a bag
And if they want problems with us, we can get them all clapped
When you getting paid more, you start hearing more claps
Hearing more cheers, I bought more toolies, like a n*gga changed gears
And I get it double, for my dawg that ain't here
All I fear God, trust me, dawg, a n*gga ain't scared
Let's make that sh*t clear
Change the lense up on the Cartis, had to make them sh*ts clear
I don't know why n*ggas starting with me, like they ain't weird
Put some bread up in the cash, had to change your b*tch hair
[Chorus]
Young n*gga with two dollars and a dream
Threw a dollar on the weed, had a dollar just to eat
Couple of [?] but they always [?]
Pops told me stay out the system, ain't really get meaning
Caught my first F, but I had a reason
Life get a mess, I ain't drowning in the deep end
Way too blessed, shorty, my hood full of demons
Don't get left, for them shooters come out creeping
Where I'm from, they do the most for the profit
Kick doors on Christmas, and dump out your stockings
It's obnoxious, but the way we living get toxic
n*ggas ain't never seen the tropics
n*ggas ain't never gonna stop it
Me and my n*ggas came up from robbing
Book for your reefer, we run down, and we running in your pockets
When you run out of money, get booked for your sneakers