Lyrics:
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
scarred by a revolv'
With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look
take what is given "
Breaker breaker one-nine, I had a rendezvous
Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue {Ha!)
She was young, too wild
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Radio speaker: (not on album version)
Welcome to the radio show: young, free and single!
We got a good show lined up for you, let's have our first
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
and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
I don't have it all figured out
I've been taking it day by day
I tell myself get out the way
I'm gonna let You handle it
Somehow You been working it
And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like fat-laces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready, so that means I'm strokin'
If you pet me nowadays,
with shame
Quit pointing fingers, nobody to blame
Big pictures inside of my head, put it onto a frame
People watching, slowly getting afraid
Young fella
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
I tell em like
Imma young lord when I rip
I don't gotta act , I been hard since a jit
Don't be mad at the kid cause ya girl want a kiss
I drink my
Walking wit steppas you can’t reach this level
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
I
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
Staying up, up to late
Saying we won’t ever wait
for the moment to pass us all by
Living while dumb are reckless
I’m wishing days were endless
Listening to Britney
Her new album
Back to the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Everything from a nightmare
To Beyonce sweet dreams
Moved from Brisbane
nigga let's pour up
My money just go up
Ahahahahahahahah
You know what I mean
That was the remix by the way
That we're bringin' Young Sorealist man
You
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
Fans say they love but they don’t even know me
So I pray to God above me somehow He might hold me
Pay respects when I pass by (aitha) sanibonani
Young
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
I'mma catch his ass with the whole clip
I'mma beat they ass up like Ron Artest
Pussy nigga ran like a miss
I got your bitch up under water tryna kiss,
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
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