Lyrics:
with the elements
Young rebels in the game like veterans
I show up like it's always been my home, puff, gone with no evidence
Stay high, lie low like
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take
Or intimidated by me and my intelligence i
Like to read because it fills my
Brain with knowledge that I
Definitely need to
Keep going on throughout daily life
Pain and that trauma just the life of a young nigga
I'm tryna' run me up a bag, touch some huns' nigga
Feel like the only way to live is by a gun
and showin' your teeth
Walkin' 'round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
To show me the little
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
is ah rap mecca
Play my records thanks forever
Seth Firkins told me step up
Rest In Peace dog that was special
Everywhere I'm hot like pepper
on you with that 12-gauge ultimatum
Like give it up, all that shit
Yeah, give it up
They call me Dr. Greenthumb
Because I got the Midas touch
Roll
If I'ma spend, shawty bring your friends
I'ma pay, I'ma jugg, get 'em in
I'ma rap to you like Juvenile when that bag come
You want a rich nigga
start with a bear choke
And with a pull like an arrow I'm only winding up
I'm a shady character you can find me in the tree line
Sliding down the decline
When I speak you need to listen up like I'm your conscience miss
I guess that's why they say we next up on the prophet's list
They call me
ass back like a juvenile hit
She drop to the beat as she knock on the meat
She a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets
Throw the covers on her
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a lil' 7:30 but it's 8:06
Ayyeee
For the bag I get it crack'n like potato chips
Why you hate me
Got another batch of la
No
Percocet help me from seeing the demons
Blind so no I can't see it
Better if my feelings, I keep 'em
That's my delusional thinking
Losing you
I feel like
capping
Yeah, I be selling that dope you know I be taxing yeah
Call up V-money like "nigga what up?"
I'm at your spot tryna get me some drugs
I'm at your
I've been nice with the spittin'
And divine with the fitted
Got the ice, see it shine with the glisten
On fire like a Litten
Disguised in the drive by
many questions
Selective answers
Nothing panned out like they planned it
Ended soon as they began it
Losing in the rat race
Cuz they was walking when
wanna dent me
Price on my head fuck it bag on the boy who sent me
All she wanna do is get high and listen to MB
Feel like penny in the whip with a rapper
living like a juvenile
But still have a child's smile
Pray to God ask Him how.
On ya hustle on the prowl
Never do ya niggas foul
Lift me up dont break em
Man I feel like the greatest
Muhammad Ali, I'm the underground heavyweight
Yuh
Every day I wake up gotta chase that paper
Always ate up by the drama,
yet
Saying you taking me down
But you can’t buck up and shoot a deer yet
Haven’t found nothing I fear yet
Wipe me down like Lil Boosie
Looks can be
some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like
some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like
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