Lyrics:
My cousins on my momma side they keep they tool
We gon ride it's bool
Shorty never said too much
Had me seconding guessing boo
You was getting tired
I hear your name in the papers
They call me, "Young Ass Weezy"
I'm gon' 'round up the whole uptown
We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground (to
this pain is by makin' more mills and takin' more souls
I'm bookin' visits for Stro like I'm bookin' visits for Blackz
I'm bookin' visits for LD, I'm
takes mathical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax
Trumpet to trombone
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly,
too
Far from the tree
I said sometimes, I feel like it's just me
Sometimes, I feel like I'm goin' crazy
But take a look at my family
'Cause the apple
feel more broken than black
More sunken in sadness, anchored in anger
I harness this hardened heart and hardship surrounded by darkness
Despite the white
I'm too afraid
I just wanna know my home
Not always feel so damn alone
Not always feel the need to roam
Not always living on my own
I just want to find
on the piggies got me jacked in
These bugs in this telephone
So don't say too much i'm under alias
But I'ma be in touched (Cool)
Burst out on a bail ticket
Back
another young black woman
Destroying her pretty image and her health
Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen?
I seen her on the corner,
sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you
from that bad coke but fuck it, she a pretty hoe
So she'll get by just fine
Meet some guys with too much money and she'll tell them all her lies
Until
I'm too young to feel this way
I'm too young to feel this pain
Grew up fast okay, okay
All these thoughts inside my brain
I can't think, I can't
wordplay, when 16 ain't enough, exactly what life means to you
16 ain't enough
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one
You gotta feel me on this one
Huh,
and make this loot
Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
and hungry
So I'm here sitting down, thinking and wondering
If that was too much to ask
Less I forget I'm bout to curse on this track
Mom is you okay with
fool to old fool from a prodigy to the wise man
We could all suffer by the nights end
What's the difference from you and I
Young fool to old fool from
shape
Tried to bail at the last minute
Shit I even fought he jakes
At three Years old I almost died off my uncle drugs
I was young Took some pills
Ain't
I pray I don't sway too much from what I wanna say, I'm just being true.(hahahah)
Yeah, my feelings are huge.
You can feel it in you.
I do this once
right now
Got too much pride for my own good right now
Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up
So I could fall through like old times and hit it up
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
separate by cover
Ooh, young hearts
Facing to feel it so naturally
And the flower grows from the seed and
Chorus:
Practice makes perfect and we tryin'
Robert De Niro
Can't switch to my lane cause the street is too narrow
Thought i shot twice that was only the echo
Slide down the brook ian tammat meadow
the player I am to the day I'm dead
I was sittin' on the sink gettin' some head
It was all so good and much too true
One young freak and a whole damn crew
too much, hmm
But look who makes it and don't give a fuck
Fuck how you feel
Young nigga keeping it real
Late on the Bills
That's why a young nigga ain't
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