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Young Santiago

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It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire is all we spit
You can't touch a star or you die
No
Don't f*ck with us my nigga
We don't play that
These H-town niggas just spray that
Then lay back
So think twice about using a rubber
Before we leave you under covers
Been a minute since I been in the city
But I'm back boy
Young black boy
Who's fucking with me?
Had to dumb the flow down for the dummies
And the lazy intellects
Who don't read Complex
Since print went out of style
And digital went wild
And niggas start acting foul
Running with snitches like, wow
Weakest ones in the crowd
I'm the guy that they looking at
Nazar blue
Color of the eye that I'm looking back
Beams red though
Girl give me head though
Knock the D out the park for me one time
And then let's go
Knock the D with the P for me one time
And then let's go
Wanna see some paintings
Italian fresco
Made it to the Menil
Right off of fifty-nine
Ended up looking at Rothkos
Hues by Yves Klein
She said Young
You're so cultured on your Yeezy shit
I said, I'm International baby
I'm on my Peezy shit
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire is all we spit
You can't touch a star or you die
No
Don't f*ck with us my nigga
We don't play that
These H-town niggas just spray that
Then lay back
So think twice about using a rubber
Before we leave you under covers
Watch how I slow flow niggas to death
All while bringing them life
All this within a breath
Of energy turned into light
But let me not get too deep into that other shit
And keep my focus on my latest Russian or some other shit
She was the second one
Third time's the charm
So when I meet the next one
She'll last on my arm
First two were narcissistic
Kanye personalities
Won't say much more
Because I can't stand the legalities
You know women try to sue you for defamation
I packed up and moved away from all you dudes who be hating
All you groupies waiting on a night with Young
You gon be waiting because that night won't come
Go Bang Doldrums
I chill with women in the industry
Who got they own money
Or girls I knew
Before I got famous
A wise man told me you should find her before you blow
I gotta say Mr. Wiseman you were right again bro
It's different
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire is all we spit
You can't touch a star or you die
No
Don't f*ck with us my nigga
We don't play that
These H-town niggas just spray that
Then lay back
So think twice about using a rubber
Before we leave you under covers
In the whip in the playoffs
Jamming to The Offseason
Nigga No Days Off
Met Cole in two thousand and ten
Back when he was on the grind
And it wasn't No Days Off
Really wasn't singing, rapping then
Or thinking about singing or rapping then
But I had Warmed Up to the campus
Tryna Come Up on hoes and ball in Taff again
Whoah
Had to go back to O'Connor
Jam The Come Up
I ain't know who he was
When I heard School Daze
Dollar and a Dream and the first Dead Presi
I had joined the buzz
Jamming The Warm Up Just To Get By
I was having problems with financial aid
And My World Was Empty till I met a girl
Who would Hold It Down and help me Get Away
I would go on to Lose all of My Balance
It took a while just to get it all back
I know this shit perfect now
I was whack, though
Wouldn't go to the concert in Carnesecca Arena
Because that shit kinda made me anxious
And was just some shit that I ain't really do
I was scared
Like, should I take a chance, like nope
So I just sat in my room and coped, and moped
But f*ck it
Let's make money off my anxiety
Stream it for your sobriety
Chalk it up to the eye in me
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire is all we spit
You can't touch a star or you die
No
Don't f*ck with us my nigga
We don't play that
These H-town niggas just spray that
Then lay back
So think twice about using a rubber
Before we leave you under covers

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