Seventeen - Freddie Gibbs, Young Jeezy, Slick Pulla

We’d hide from the lights

On the village green

When I was seventeen

(Guess the dream is true hah?)

Uh yea wussup?

It’s the world baby

Uh yea wussup?

It’s the world baby

I was on my grind when I was 17

Only half a thing for a stack worth of 17

Took a road trip, came back, have me 7 nins

When I turn 18, I’m worried by 7 things

Yea, look, take ‘em back when I was 17

17, I had a cutlass it was extra clean

Always thuggin', always on the scene

It’s the word it’s 2 to bat, need some bigger chings

I gotta get it, I want, I gotta have it

Tie the knots in the bag then I’m right back at it

Yea, 14 grams in my attic

The dealer or the user, who’s really the addict?

For this fast money I’m addicted

She kick me out the house, I got evicted, damn

Guess mama don’t love me no more

Said she might not even let me use her oven no more

125, fresh off the press, smell the aroma

My uncle slick on the couch, he in a coma

And I swear that shits louder than an ambalance

Came back with extra 50, did the hammer dance

My grandma keep telling me I need some help

But I keep tellin' her that I need some wealth

Cutlass with the alpine, got the two knobs

Blow and the hard, bitch I got me jobs

At 17 I had a 9 with 17 shots

East 17, 5−17 block

Fitted to the left, whole hood claim Lord

Shout my niggas from valley Bronx to Concord

Nigga, used to play ball

Class, I took the day off

Tryna buy some new J’s, hopin' I get the skate off

Fully automatic shootouts, call that a spray-off

Before I ever see 17, I bust the K off

And my homie got me blowed in the worst way

7 gram for 17 birthday

In the school hall we was getting cheddar then

Seventeen hundred in my Letterman

When I was 17

17, we was the clean team

Up in Lenox food court, polo’d up, pullin' everything

Some lil niggas ‘bout their fra skins

Got my first QP 5 points from the africans

Had ‘em dimes stuffed fat then

Had ‘em stashed in the old spice can, thought I was slick then

Then it went to whole with Nando and Cho

Went from halfbacks to four ways a glass

Then it went to black vans and the task

Now we drinkin' milk, throwin' up slabs

Young and wild, chest out for the cash

Just a little nigga tryna come up on some green backs