He feel marvellous 
 He robbed a man and he feel marvellous 
 Josiah only seventeen, he got that dog in him 
 I used to see him in my church, it was his marj and him 
 We know this kid for kickin' ball and he was hard 
 He could've made it professional, had a trial, we told him he got charms 
 My God 
 We said the streets ain't nothin' nice, he said: Let's see 
 He's tryna take a trip and put it to the test 
 He's tryna turn a half into a nine 
 Divide that shit into decimals, make it stretch 
 First time I ever met him, I said he's blessed 
 But if he can't even keep it real with himself 
 I'm not shocked if he's lyin' to me 
 Ask my own boy what he's tryin' to be 
    And he don't want a good girl, he want a whore 
 He don't want a good joke, he want a gun 
 And he don't wanna kick ball, he wanna bun 
 And he don't wanna make friends, he wanna gang 
 And he don't wanna stack bread, he wanna bang 
 How my young boy so different? 
 I don't know but I pray that God guide him 
 How my young boy so different? 
 I don't know but I pray   
 He feel incredible 
 He shot a man, he feel incredible 
 Just started trappin' twenty-two until he's terrible 
 He wanna travel to the States, he's ineligible 
 Said he's a criminal 
 Now he's doin' numbers on his phone, got youngin's of his own 
 A Glock the mandem bought him and a Russian of his own 
 He's got some paigens that he beefs, evadin' the police 
 Been goin' crazy from the day he got released   
 'Cause now he's in the Cali weed, grab a leaf 
 Coke chain, Hennessy 
 Robberies, bank fraud 
 OT enemies 
 He fuck with Aliah, fuckin' Lisa, Stephanie 
 And he got some cases we don't know if can ever beat 
 And he look at us like be some people he could never be 
 We should have never made our youngin's hold a, 17 
 All I ever wanted was for you to be a better you 
 All I ever wanted was for you to be a better me 
 Fuck about a salary, just smokin' celery 
 Started recreationally, but now they do it medically 
 It's weighin' on me, that shit weighin' on me heavily 
 I think about it regularly, just sizin' the jailhouse 
 In penitentiary with charges that were meant for me 
 Facin' time potentially, but he was just protectin' me 
 Before he think to step to me, just know my youngin' next to me 
 Will God knows   
 He don't want a good girl, he want a whore 
 He don't want a good joke, he want a gun (he don't want a good joke, he want a) 
 And he don't wanna kick ball, he wanna bun 
 And he don't wanna make friends, he wanna gang (he don't wanna make friends, he wanna) 
 And he don't wanna stack bread, he wanna bang 
 How my young boy so different? 
 I don't know but I pray that God guide him 
 How my young boy so different? 
 I don't know but I pray