Lyrics:
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
end
Sittin' in the rental with my mind on the
Young thug nigga, mind on my riches
Got to walk a couple times
By these stankin' ass bitches
Couple years
fix when we come from broken homes
We was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit
(Raised in Detroit)
You can never learn what a nigga been
Why you over there lookin' at me
While my girl standin' here? (Hit you with the ice grill, you know?)
Why you over there lookin' at me (haha, 'cause
Why you over there lookin' at me
While my girl standin' here? (Hit you with the ice grill, you know?)
Why you over there lookin' at me (haha, 'cause
max with young godz who got the guns
Knowhati'msayin son?
Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up
Knowhati'msayin son?
Yo son you the first
you knew by now
You can't do that to the young folks
Oh, no no no no
You might not like it but I've got to tell you
Gotta tell you
You'd better
would prevail
Starships at sail
And none of us would fail in this life
Not when you're young
We were drawn to whoever could keep us together
And bound by
said I never showed what I could do on the court
This way before I went by Zander the Fourth
I put my all in the sport and came up short
He said If you
young kids, just know you not alone
Bunch of young kids, lost looking for hope
Bunch of young kids, always getting told no
Bunch of young kids, in
Hey
We came here to have a good time
Get out if you don’t got the vibes
Is it really that big of a crime
To let loose and have a good time
Fools
you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night
Like we're gonna die young
I hear your heart beat to
The beat of the drums
Oh, what a shame that
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya
Tell the DJ play this song right here
If ya know he love ya
Let, let, let, let me see you
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya
Tell the DJ play this song right here
If ya know he love ya
Let, let, let, let me see you
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louis my killa?
I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my
to build your dreams, you on your own
When it's time to pay the bills, you on your own
But man can not live by bread alone
Am a young stoner, tryna get this
Intro
Bands in here ain’t trust you
Niggas don’t trust y’all niggas... yarh
If it ain’t lit my niggas won’t leave
My niggas won’t leave... uuhh...
Still young
We young
Come here
We go up
Still young
We young
Come here
We go up
Times of the essence
Still young
Times of the essence
Still young
We
felt so young
When together sing the song
서로의 눈 맞추며 어둠 속에도
Yeah, we never felt so right
When I got you by my side
함께 걷던 길 따라
Oh, we young forever
we're gonna die young
I hear your heart beat to
The beat of the drums
Oh, what a shame that you
Came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
here, over here
Over here, over here
Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus
Flow prestigious
Stackin' money and playing the field man like Regis
xans
Every time you see young Quavo
I'm having bands
Shout-out to my big brother Bandz in the Lamb
Going real crazy, doing donuts like the m
YRN
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