Lyrics:
these streets That's why I can't go for none
I'm tryna put my family on I cannot die young I won't die young
I been tryna get back at it I just keep
(Don't you know that it's worth)
(Every treasure on earth to be young at heart)
(For as rich as you are)
(It's much better by far to be young at heart)
The thought of losing focus still caught me by surprise
Buh the drugs and addictions didn't get me surprise
The snakes and the fakes I'm tryna leave that shit
to Tulsa?
You bet your boots that I would (right)
Drop me off in Archer
And I'll ease right down to Greenwood
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young
(Don't you know that it's worth)
(Every treasure on earth to be young at heart)
(For as rich as you are)
(It's much better by far to be young at heart)
(Don't you know that it's worth)
(Every treasure on earth to be young at heart)
(For as rich as you are)
(It's much better by far to be young at heart)
Told my brother
I was out here to get it
Only right to put on for the city
Ik niggaz that’ll kill u for pennies
Murk a nigga and go read me a scripture
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows
Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it,
found in a ditch
Get hot with that dirty stick
We call for them birds
Young nigga with dirty sticks
They same what to happen Bird and shit
Got hit with
for shock value?
Well, I mean, I don't know in a minute
If I fucking sit down and piss
They're going to tell me I can't do
That cause another bitch did
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
Don’t fall for the hate, karma gonna get you one day. young brotha
Oh -oh- oh, I hear a symphony of silence
Oh -oh- oh, sung by victims of gun violence
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
gonna split line-for-line
'Til this nigga get so rich gonna hold shit
And I keep tellin' you time-and-time
That this young'n is focused movin' so quick
A son will gladly die for his father
And a father for his son
Voortrekker Boys
Were never too young to ride
And always wanted to be by their fathers'
in my Glock I'm
Trying to bend something
I could murder these niggas
Like I'mma win something
But they don't make war for that
There's friends with
black nigga don't fall in line..
Young black nigga don't run
Young black nigga get it popping
Young nigga have some fun
Verse 2
I got news for you new
to build your dreams, you on your own
When it's time to pay the bills, you on your own
But man can not live by bread alone
Am a young stoner, tryna get this
I aint trying to die young
In the hood that im from
Everybody around here seem to die young
And i aint trying to die young
I aint trying to die
that done died
But I'm too young to feel like I been running out of time
Yeah I'm too young to feel like I been running out of time
All I wanna do is
nigga
Air honkey and air critter
I come through and kill every litter
Like that like that like that
No country for young men
No no no no
It's like
me yea
She say a young nigga 2 Wavy
Did it by myself
Never had a handout you can see it for yourself
She say a young nigga too crazy
I was moving
Michael Vick
Young n Turnt I keep my city lit
N we playing ball like we playing for the New York Knicks
Imma Young Boss Innis Shit
Imma Young Boss Innis
(Don't stop, pop that, don't stop)
(Pop that pop that pop that)
Drop that pussy bitch
What ya twerkin' wit'?
I'm young Papi
Champagne they know
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