[Chorus]
I got brothers in the slammer
Homies in the coffin
In the floor, still Stone Cold Steve Austin
The good die young and young niggas' die often
I'm just young and livin' life, I got options
I got options
Baby, I got options
From the jungle full of lions, snakes, and possums
[?], gang signs, look like baby Compton
Came up from the bottom, now I got options
[Verse 1]
I remember Fontane way before he had the 'locks
Young nigga'
Used to keep his spare change in his sock
When you glow up a little, niggas' start changin' a lot
And I ain't up in no game, but play no games with no opp, play no games with no cop, play no games with the hoes
Lil' fame, now a nigga' Rick James to these hoes
Boy, I know ya type
You the type to cling to these hoes, give our names to the feds, and give your name to these hoes
You can catch me on the side prolly' smokin' la la
Know a hoe named Lala, stole my watch when I was in the shower
Know many men wanna stick me for my Benjamin's
Niggas' switched up when I been nothin' but a friend to them
But
[Chorus]
I got brothers in the slammer
Homies in the coffin
In the floor, still Stone Cold Steve Austin
The good die young and young niggas' die often
I'm just young and livin' life, I got options
I got options
Baby, I got options
From the jungle full of lions, snakes, and possums
[?], gang signs, look like baby Compton
Came up from the bottom, now I got options
[Verse 2]
I come from the side where they kill if they don't like you
They don't wanna fight you
Them bullets gon' bite you
Coolin' on an ice [?]
[?] granny bible
Hand guns and rifles
Drive-by's at the drive through
Niggas' talk like hoes now
Heard you was an opp boy
They gettin' arrested, whatchu' talkin' to the cops for
Babies havin' babies
Screamin' and they starvin'
Mama gettin' high, dozin' off on the toilet
It's cold in the city
It get ugly when it's nice out
If they see you shinin' they try hard to shoot ya lights out
Lord have mercy
Please pray for Jersey
Please pray for Jersey
Say it twice, don't think they heard me
[Chorus]
I got brothers in the slammer
Homies in the coffin
In the floor, still Stone Cold Steve Austin
The good die young and young niggas' die often
I'm just young and livin' life, I got options
I got options
Baby, I got options
From the jungle full of lions, snakes, and possums
[?], gang signs, look like baby Compton
Came up from the bottom, now I got options
I got brothers in the slammer
Homies in the coffin
In the floor, still Stone Cold Steve Austin
The good die young and young niggas' die often
I'm just young and livin' life, I got options
I got options
Baby, I got options
From the jungle full of lions, snakes, and possums
[?], gang signs, look like baby Compton
Came up from the bottom, now I got options
[Verse 1]
I remember Fontane way before he had the 'locks
Young nigga'
Used to keep his spare change in his sock
When you glow up a little, niggas' start changin' a lot
And I ain't up in no game, but play no games with no opp, play no games with no cop, play no games with the hoes
Lil' fame, now a nigga' Rick James to these hoes
Boy, I know ya type
You the type to cling to these hoes, give our names to the feds, and give your name to these hoes
You can catch me on the side prolly' smokin' la la
Know a hoe named Lala, stole my watch when I was in the shower
Know many men wanna stick me for my Benjamin's
Niggas' switched up when I been nothin' but a friend to them
But
[Chorus]
I got brothers in the slammer
Homies in the coffin
In the floor, still Stone Cold Steve Austin
The good die young and young niggas' die often
I'm just young and livin' life, I got options
I got options
Baby, I got options
From the jungle full of lions, snakes, and possums
[?], gang signs, look like baby Compton
Came up from the bottom, now I got options
[Verse 2]
I come from the side where they kill if they don't like you
They don't wanna fight you
Them bullets gon' bite you
Coolin' on an ice [?]
[?] granny bible
Hand guns and rifles
Drive-by's at the drive through
Niggas' talk like hoes now
Heard you was an opp boy
They gettin' arrested, whatchu' talkin' to the cops for
Babies havin' babies
Screamin' and they starvin'
Mama gettin' high, dozin' off on the toilet
It's cold in the city
It get ugly when it's nice out
If they see you shinin' they try hard to shoot ya lights out
Lord have mercy
Please pray for Jersey
Please pray for Jersey
Say it twice, don't think they heard me
[Chorus]
I got brothers in the slammer
Homies in the coffin
In the floor, still Stone Cold Steve Austin
The good die young and young niggas' die often
I'm just young and livin' life, I got options
I got options
Baby, I got options
From the jungle full of lions, snakes, and possums
[?], gang signs, look like baby Compton
Came up from the bottom, now I got options
( Mir Fontane )
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