Lyrics:
Let's knock it out, fellas
Let me just tune my guitar a sec
Ok
Um, yeah, this is all, look, this is the first time Speak No Evil has done this
This
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
Yuh, uh, uh Zay on the keys
Zaytoven you know what I'm saying?
YBN Shit know what I'm saying?
Uh, uh, ooh, ooh, uh, yuh
Fresh out young nigga you
Yeah, huh..
[Kyleon]
Sometimes I ask myself, what is life like
What would I be without this rap, without a mic life
Or will I die young, like my
call on the reverend to send um a blessing
Cause it ain't a nigga on earth who could stop me
What it is what it ain't
My Young nigga want em some rank
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
just for money
(stick 'em up) young nigga didn't understand
Nothing but money (give 'em hell)
When I woke up this morning, yeah
I told myself I had
on the stove
I beat the pot up like I'm Cassius
They call me Chris Angel
Work disappear like it is magic
Look at the scale make sure
The grams is accurate
Wrap
the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
Young don't mess
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you
Young nigga stay slidin'
Young nigga stay ridin'
To the dirt young nigga, to the dirt
Drop top coupe to the dirt
Young nigga stay slidin'
Young nigga
the back
For some Ruth Chris
So In the end
Ima do this
All by myself
I’m used to it
I admit it I admit it
Young nigga by himself he countin up the digits
I admit it I admit
Body count rising while he countin up the bitches
I admit it
by the cops and shit
It’s a democracy you gotta talk and shit
Nah
But anyway, I’m in the stu straight knockin shit
You Know I live in this bitch no
lies, lies, lies)
Um, um, um, in this life, I'll join everything
(from the old and the wise to the young as they fly, as they fly, fly, fly)
When I die
the side pocket
Martin Luther King I sold plugs
But got told on by Chris Sawyer
Funny thing bout it I just saw em
Bought it up and he quit talkin
Had
(yeah)
Yeah, I got shoot 250 (yeah)
I woke up richer than yesterday
I had to go get a check today
All by myself, no masturbate
Come baby, come by
hurts not to be wit her
Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest
I can't make it to her piano practices
When I was young my ol' man left us
And I pray
pl gameplay ou ou
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
quem tá no beat é o Young Mxrc5
Que eu sou da epoca de ouro
Sou comparado igual o thanos
Considerado o homem
Ruth Chris
He finally got his money up but he a lick
I will rock a nigga jaw, I hate Chris
Ever since I was young
I wanted to ball
I wanted the money, I
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
got feelings too (we got feelings too)
Lord, forgive me if I bust my gun (hey)
But I ain't dying by the hands of somebody's son
Yo, young star in
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
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