Lyrics:
with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece
never die young
I am a martyr and I cannot hide
But I'm not a winner
I am just brilliantly bitter
I'm sealed by my skin
But broken inside
And I will be
a shitload of money.
Cause Youtube is a place for people to share their ideas..
If by people you mean 13 year old girls and by ideas you mean how they love
the movie American Pie
Caught stroking heavy by Gene Levy
But he was a cool guy
And good old Oz is getting frisky in choir
Singing, "Chris will be the way
Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in that morning
Headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick
Outside the box thinking
Out the class he skating
Dropout just like brakence, breaking my heart so I replace it
With the cash the Mary jane shit
hated apartments
Gotta get it, ain't no other option
Bitch, it's Chanel
Can't you tell by the garments
Aye aye
Ruth Chris, for them times that we starving
you're kill 'em
Ok you can bring it to 'em
Everyday, just like Mary J.
Sippin' iced teas in the E & J
Partyin', 'til your bare remain
I'm celebrating cuz I got money on me
Young money army lock low shoes
One two one two yeah we in the party
We don't buy shots bottles by the case
We up
Thousands of years later
On the streets of the capital
This same story needs to be told
About a young homeless couple Mary & Joe
Expecting their
a teen
But I outlast 'cause I outblast anybody you bring
Young, you got it the prophet I told ya'll niggaz
Then I showed ya'll niggaz, you Can't Knock
Been an outcast since I was a teen
But I outlast 'cause I outblast anybody you bring
Young, you got it the prophet I told ya'll niggaz
Then I showed
Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in that morning
Headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick
finna pop my shit (oh, yeah, Chris) like a pimple, bitch
Tell me how you hatin' on a nigga you don't even know (what the fuck?)
Hoes be out here really
bread so let's go and have a toast
I ain't never been impressed by your itty bitty flows
I'm the big dog and I turn em into bones
Do it like I'm Chris
the sauce, you yet got no bands, man
If young niggas got the frisbees, yet you miss, man
You trying to hate, nigga, I got drip, man
You be bitching about your
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Lets take a journey startin at 85th, wrote some of my latest hits
Off 85th came back from Cali then I stayed with Chris
Off 76th my
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Mary, this station is playing every sad song
I remember like we were alive
I heard and sung them all from inside of these walls
In a prison cell,
to trust when you surrounded by all these snakes
I keep it real with niggas but they so stuck on being so fake
Tryna touch a Mill they said dyin young was
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
dawgs to catch me when I'm fallin
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
[Chorus - Young Chris (2x)]
Nigga we ballin - ready for war and
Pass
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
when she hit her first lick
I was standing by the car
We was stealing the shit
I never had a down girl like this before
But bitches play games and
You
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