Lyrics:
Travellin, goin in and out, a juvenile delinquent
Meat-colored so you know I got a heart
Automatically, but I made it far
In the game, fame, fortune, get
heading
Like the majority of these kids today, man I was hard headed
I wanted to know to much a little man is shookin' police
Imagine a juvenile delinquent
Don't you leave me here
Don't you leave me here
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get hitched
Get back, get by
Get a room, give me
beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin
Who she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?
Andre Nickatina--
I make the town move just by walkin on your
White devils like it
I'm drinking coffee brought to me
By white devils' sidekicks
They askin' if we like to get higher
Like they hired him
But you abide by it
We yelling black lives matter
They yelling all lives matter
They saying blue lives matter
But do my life matter
And do your life
honey
Your favorite flavor
Black Honey honey
Black Honey honey
Your favorite flavor
Wanna feel like me
Wanna glow like me
Sunkissed, big lips and big
from head to toe
The only record that she ever played
Was "just like a rolling stone"
We started talking by the candlelight
Her lips get closer
your lips, wanna trace your chest
Just don't you see, don't, don't you see
That this is the end, 'cause I believe it's you and I
There is no, no
North Cacalac
She had this black little juvenile wild as hell that got busy
It's real so we packed up and bailed to the city
Together to shop around
now that's the way to get me
Thinkin? about how she suck
By the way she part them lips and let me look at that tongue
Thinkin? about how she fuck
By
meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've
a church boy, but inside he's still a thug
He was fired from his job, so he thinks of selling drugs
He holding on by a thread that was stitched with love
He
Everyday a hustle i'm living barely getting by
Rolling purp in a backwoods
Bathing ape on i'm stupid fly
I do this shit for you and I
Raping since
is this, all they do is this
I was at South Beach with them little dreads
Pool Palace I was throwing bread
Black flag I'm Boss bred
But got close
deeds perfectly
Chicago Chicago, pastors and church folk do y'all know
Black children in the hood got dashed hopes
Satan waiting the bait is the cash flow
the fat kid in the basement
Devil's Night, we throwin' them eggs
Duck down and get hit in the head
Ruthless, my style is a juvenile
Ran with the gang, bank
old back road
These roads, away from our homes
It brings us, all a smile
It takes us, back when we go
To being, a juvenile
Being so free and so wild
the juveniles
I try to run a bag
Meanwhile I'm reaching for the pole
Then I get morphed and compressed
And sucked right through the black hole
Got dumped in
some space
Hands up
Fake some grace
It's tough
Bonfire cinders are too hot to touch
A sullen sulk but my tongue was never black from the bulk of dirty
on that stupid shit, more shoe-size than my age
Juvenile, but I'm through crying I just put it all on the page
Literally I'm lyrically the most legendary
ima shake em down, take em out, like a substitution
Feel like Kodak Black on I'm on my path to institution
Everything aint what it seem it's just a big
Somebody stepped inside your soul
Somebody stepped inside your soul
Little by little they robbed and stole
‘Till someone else was in control
I give
the diploma
And Yeah, it made me woke-r
So authentic you can’t broker
My style or my acceptance by
Community and culture
I understand I ain’t black
But that
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