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Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
they are all my fathers regardless I do me
Buh then we coming all out
This year we ain't giving up
God bless, every artist really pushing up
Street is so
No, I do three
At a T-I-M-E
Why when we
Say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all
And relay run to us
And payday comes sooner
Than later 'round
game
Not gonna play by your rules ain’t the same
Compare me to no one naw we ain’t the same
Compare me to no one naw we ain’t the same
Hands are bloody
minded buh y3
Ye Efrimu for the anthem
You Shatta my feelings
Man dem Gad Derm
Yeah, y3 gyina mu saaa y3 nda
We work hard for the paper
Naqqas aclocki 3y3
live young
I'm making change, I make it rain
We ain't the same
I'm pulling up, my whip game
Got leather seats and wood grain
Drive fast, live young
Got
so you know I gotta stay low (hot)
Quavo told me, "Trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo"
You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet
Don't you know I got kis by the three
When I chirp, shawty chirp back
Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at
What you know about that? What
we gon' talk about this young lady around the neighborhood, alright?
And this young lady, she is def
Fly, firm, dope, you know I'm sayin'?
She - yo,
(what)
How us young black thugs made history
We be some tru niggas on the rise
And we gonna ball till we fall
Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
didn't pay, he got stabbed and runned up
Say he my opp but try dappin' me up
Give a round of applause 'cause we clappin' him up (clap)
Trappers "R" Us,
men
So we ain't need dad we got money like him
No school clothes no child support
And next year I'll probably be
Up in a Robb Report
I'm important so is
mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
AR-15 with collapsible stock
Picket [?] with a 3 point [?]
Wish 150
suicide
Welcome to the 21st century
Where all your kids got adhd that's why these beats always be changing
Like where the fuck are we going
Where the fuck
woye den a meye don
(Yee meye don)
Yee woye den a meye don
(Yee meye don)
Young boy, one man thousand
Yem no dey we are still grinding (Yieeee)
247,
Gucci Mane in the building, Gucci, Gucci
LaFlare, Big Kat, LaFlare
Say we got it like that, like that
Every thang don't mean two thangs, watch this
these shows
Just said I'm twenty three but I've seen way too many people go
Young and old
We don't know
When our time is up
I wish I was young enough
and brought it back
cnd in his head he's still on the front line
Tryna get a job and get by
Hook
God forbid we pray
Bow our heads, hit our knees and have some
dick 'em down
All my bitches love me
We are who we are, who we are, who we are
Only God can judge me
We are who we are, who we are, who we are
Only God
gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,
Yuh tonight we are young
Yuh tonight we are young
Tonight we are young
Yuh tonight we are young
Finger on the trigger and the
Ar got the drum
Tryna
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
sere kwa,Y3 nya ya na wo da fom
Wo s3e medin,3w) m3 kyi, 3s3 y3 agoro
I thought you said you are ma'dafo
Buh s3 low key, wo y3 ma tanfo
Y3 se onipa bia
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