Lyrics:
and a badge, what do
you got? A nigga in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me or one
of my niggas, and with a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or
bigger.
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
where I learned the principles
I live by, whether they were cool or unaccepted
To my youngins don’t be out there moving young and reckless
(Hook 3
back, and my side chick
Want my heart you got it baby no guidance
Take time to build piece by piece no LEGO's
Spending all my time with you I don't
floating the gas potent that smoke cloud haze
I'll give ya 3 flows 3 schemes, but I ain't giving up nowadays
Do this shit easily, young nigga coming in
times I wish that I wasn't there then I
Think about loss how to find you through prayer but I
Think I'm too young to think about his share cos I
Need
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
Big boy, I been tryna buy the Braves
Court room soundin' like I'm in
Label said I need to get out the hood, but I'm too focused on the re up
All my nigga sitting good, kicked back smoking with they feet up
Why you
I was nigga
You lucky on that day I was acting cool cuz
I told you I ain't got time for that but nigga, today I got time cuz
Ay young world,
window up
Now I'm on the inside lookin' for some loot
.38 special I don't want to have to shoot
I ain't no young, raw fresh recruit, uh
Steel tote
Call me Young Bull like the 85’ Michael, Michael, Michael why these niggas like you and why these niggas spite you I don’t really know I just keep it
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
peeps uptown, clap your hands
It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
Three strikes,
deda)
Yo
I no Dey beef by heart
I sell my Rollie I know get time like that
Nuf of them sell out dey munch my chat
But I get 9 lives, I Dey move like
feet?
Hit so hard that the world did a three-peat
(Woo) when I talk "Puttin' you down"
I ain't meanin' asleep
They gon' lay yo' body down, yeah
Six feet
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
2 secs on my set have to spin it
Gimme that beat imma kill it
Gonna need more weed have to Bill it
I gave her 3 rounds then I'm finished
If she
despise
Her love for the young sky boy he would destroy
Feet in the earth
Heads in the sky
We watch the world go by
Feet in the earth
Heads in
pocket on dip, blow
I was kickin' my shit, just cooling, 'bout to smoke another O
Kickin' my feet up, young nigga G'd up, probably rollin' with your ho
well do I like my bed
Much better do I like my sheet
But most of all that fair young girl
That's standing at my bed feet
Then once he kissed her lily
live young
I'm making change, I make it rain
We ain't the same
I'm pulling up, my whip game
Got leather seats and wood grain
Drive fast, live young
Got
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
Young negus cool under pressure
I ain't gotta do nothting extra
I just make moves wit the steppers
Everything I do is electric
Written by Todd
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