Testo di ' 23 AND 1 (feat. YFN Lucci) ' di Mozzy

(Let the beat ride out, Ju)
(Haha, you're crazy, Jaywavy)

Unc' turned the cheek, I used to steal zips from 'him
We was kids when older homies stole blick from us
They wouldn't let us bust a knock if we ain't never did nothin'
Shut the party down with .38s but never hit nothin'
I was crushin' on Killa Ko, but I ain't never hit nothin'
Went to school with Killa Kobe, you forever missed, brother
They was scared of Twin Zilla, that was really my nig'
'Fore he turned snitch, blood turned us onto them skits
Lil' Neesha from the strip had me lit' than a bitch
Put me in the supercharger that I told you I'd flip
He got a home pass and ran, nigga 'posed to resist
You ain't teach us how to fish, at least throw us some fish
They popped Terryon up when he was on what I'm is
But God had his hands on him, so I know he exists
Yeah, so I know he exists
God had his hands on him, so l know he exists

Look, shit, I remember churchin' up just to get high (just to get high)
Man, we were buyin' American Eagle, tryna get fly (tryna get fly)
Now it ain't nothin' in this world that I can't buy (oh, no)
Ayy, Trouble left and I ain't get to say my goodbyes (oh, no)
Ayy, Steph left and I ain't get to tell him goodbye (no, no)
I was in my cell on my knees, but I just couldn't cry
It's just another bad dream for a good guy
They say the Sun don't shine and, man, I wonder why
They say money worth way more than friends (freinds)
But me, I'm stickin' with my friends till the end (end)
They say money worth way more than friends (friends)
Who gon' trade in the end? It depends (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, some niggas don't ever make it up out the pen' (no)
Ayy, some niggas, they got a date, but some never endin' (end)
Ayy, I was twenty-three and one, now I'm number one trendin'
I'd rather kick it with my son, I'm really not friendly
I can't take no more fake shit (uh)
But I gotta play the game, I had to learn patience (oh, no)
Everybody start to change when the fame come (oh)
And when the fame come, then the change come (oh)
And when you change up your income, everybody start to feel obligated
I can't give up, I know the rain gon' come
And I know the fame gon' come
Don't go changin', no (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
Me and Woofie and them scrapers on dubs, started bangin' with snubz
They labeled Lil Tim the face of the slums, that wasn't till I end up facin' me, sum
Took the yeek from RC and gave the K to my buzzard
You a liar if I ain't raised Lil Dallas and Uzzy
Way block, Auntie Nita had a trap full of junkies
Mack-a-bitch was Zilla K, your big homie a flunky
S500 when I was twenty, put the 'Cedes on buttons
Killer threw me triple bursts 'fore they created the buttons
Ask Gutta, she gon' tell you made a way out of nothin'
Funkin' with Zoe about who got the most skits on the suckaers, he thought he had me beat
Your departure fucked me up, it ain't how it had to be
I ain't never holla Free Staxx 'cause he's a rat to me
I'm Tasha Loiter's lil' brother, it's the Ave with me
The paint spillers, nigga, grab a yeek, Pebbles