Lyrics:
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
a breath
RIP to Cole and T, young mouths, I need rest
Put all of my life into they legacy, my lest
Cannot catch a break
But they don't break because
to the mid to the east coast
Verse One: Master P
I got heroin and cocaine
some call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like Tupac
Huh? Huh?
Huh? Ha!
Young nigga jookin' on the back block
(Back block)
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
(Hands hurt)
Foreign door, push got
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
talking and you’ll become another one murdered by X
Chorus: 2x) You say im young blood/ but i kill just as good as you/ you say im young blood/ but i
gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit
Life is
a phase
But it’s terrifying
I swear the time is tearing by
I’m wary, I’m falling off of the pace
And I’ll never be quite as young
As I am at this very
We straight
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
The frontal lobe?
The insurance will not cover this
Can someone please autograph the frontal lobe
The insurance will not cover this
And the young are too
We're far from free
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
Niggas saying I'm underrated
Yea we're far from being free
We're far from free
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be
Yea we're far from being free
We're far from free
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be
up
Gotta love, living young
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Money talks, buy it now
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Urbanite,
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
Hey young girl how you feelin' today
Girl your body just brighten my day up
See you have now been approached by a playa'
But baby I won't play ya,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
on the stereo(on the stereo)
Vibes don't ah like my album on the radio(album on the radio)
Get your groove on, wiggle up like a rodeo(rodeo)
Break it up and down,
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
Taped conversation, streets wanna know, what
Young buck gon do? How
How Young Buck gon respond? (laughin)
If you see me in the streets rollin
Taped Conversation
The streets wanna know
What young buck gon do
How how Young Buck gonna respond
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
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