Lyrics:
feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)
I was young when my mama had me
Think I ran away from home 'bout the age of fifteen
Juvenile
a bitch sometimes my lady
And times when niggas die she help like I was a baby
The simplest things in life were always the best
Breathing your ass back
tomorrow will define us by
The million little things I'll never tell you
About a million little things you and I feel
And a few more little things that I
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
I like to think this world is crazy
Hey see ya now
Sometimes I feel this world is crazy
Loco
The guns coming in by the boatload
Juvenile dem
and cats
By a cardboard box where the buns be at
One more thing for those that wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and no one give you the Heimlich, dead
distracted by a blouse
Only focus on accounts
Million dollar bank accounts
That's the thing I'm thinking bout
That's the thing I'm thinking bout... wo
Couple
transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-hugging mics with
space
I've been grinding am grinding all day
I need i need this money counter and am going upgrade
I think am craving for the things that i really need
I
know i Aint running look i got millions on my mind
A gun within reach of me everytime i take a ride
So many depend of me boy i promise i cant dieeee
Slow
I miss you every day
The beautifullest thing in this world to see your smiiling face
And Fred and Isaac damn I hate y'all died like that
Taking
Bread
Love
Peace
All that
Times it by a million nigga I need all that
Bread
Love
Peace
All that
Times it by a million nigga I need all that
Bread
that)
Oh I can't comprehend this thing called love
Maybe it's a matter of fact I just can't grow up
Deep down ain't we all a little juvenile
All I really
that yes I have
god blessed those who still on the air
forgived em for all the things that they did
in pursuit of beating they kids
guard the guns it
on my scale now
Molly, that molly, my scale now
I been gettin' at it since juvenile
I used to trap out my grandma's house
We get it poppin' on any corner
tie shit
Let me show you a few things, a few things
A few things little baby, cause
I be on my Stupid White shit, White shit
(check it)
I be on my
upon
To finally overcome this
Downward trend and to evolve beyond our fears
The fearless type
The very first thing i remember in
My early childhood is
[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionaires
So take it there
[Juvenile]
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
reflect juveniles tried as adults.
(Yung CJ)
So let’s stand together
VERSE 1
(Marko Stat$)
We’re born to be kings! Black kings in the future let
than two years now
Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want it
Then fuck school, right now I'm hungry, and I can't eat that damn
thing to understand
Why'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like why'all spin
coming by me
I see the sunbeam spark your eyes
I see the sky for you to dive
Because you’re million things
You can have million things
Can you feel
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing (one thing, one thing)
(Yo, yo)
The second verse is dedicated to the men (men)
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