[Intro]
This town I run my n*gga
315, that's my home my n*gga
FBC is what I rep my n*gga
Mags, b*tch
[Verse 1]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a flight, this here first class
First you subtract all the phonies, add your money, simple math
Never been a one to brag, I'm just speaking from my past
First I f*ck her then I dash, guess I'm learning from my dad
This right here is tragic, flowing like a savage
Hey, they ain't talking cramps when they I say I be spazzing
Plus that kush got a n*gga eyes low
[?] bumping and drive slow
Satan is my time hoe, what the f*ck you think I grind for
Since a youngin' I was always told get them bucks
Said her life ain't been the same since (bleep) and me have f*cked
But it's looking like I made it, the key to this is patience
If ya'll started from the bottom, I guess I started from the basement
Homie, why you always hating, mean-muggin with all them faces
Half my homies [?], other half caught some cases
But my brody doing well, so you know they making bail
If they saying I ain't hot, guess it's because I'm raising hell
Like, the old man or should I say amen
Since Jesus left this earth, I ain't fear a man
Faded behind up in the club, b*tches doing the rain dance
So that's racks and racks, and that's a fact
Scream out "who that?", they yelling that's Young Mags
And that's a damn shame these chicks don't know my damn name
FBC OE, you n*ggas all know my campaign
I'm riding around on my side of town, that's the [?] b*tch, so you heard this
These lames get on my nerves but I make all these lames nervous
So back up before my n*ggas start to act up, you get clapped up
Then wrapped up, then packed up, then shipped off
Watch me as I lift off like Space Balls or Space Jams
All these bars up in the booth, feeling like I'm caged in
Trunk sounds like a caveman, bass that he's just banging
Got this critics on their toes like I'm screaming hang ten
(Lean) Well surfs up, I'm bout' to join that surf club
Bad b*tches catering, it's only right they serve us
My n*ggas ain't no joke, it's something you outta know
If you f*ck around with them f*ck arounds you get hold up, n*gga
Tell Bravo to roll up n*gga
Trying to smoke that sticky
315 be my home but also know as Mags City, muhf*cka