Seventeen

[Intro] We'd hide from the lights On the village green When I was seventeen (Guess the dream is true hah?) [Young Jeezy] Uh yea wussup? It’s the world baby Uh yea wussup? It’s the world baby [Hook] 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 [Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2 - Freddie Gibbs] 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 there Seventeen hundred in my Letterman When I was 17 [Hook] [Verse 3 - Slick Pulla] 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 [Hook]