Lyrics:
Back when I was young I'd put on shows for to show my message
Back when I was young I wasn't scared to be expressive
Speak my mind and make my points
faking culture all the repercussion
By busting on back stabbing vultures selling my soul for material wishes
Young black male some see me stranded in this
for me
Cuh the throne is my seat
Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame
Let it burn till we kill the whole game
Young fire, old flame, young
a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son you're going to fall
For that common
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
anytime 'the day
And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!
[Young hustler:]
Aw go 'head with all that shit
[Old hustler:]
What it do Tyler
Let's show them that hot shit
Ohhh Ohh Ohh
She don't want problems with me
Just cause we're young and naive
She don't want problems
We young
We young
Brothers always stand by each other so I'll never leave my brother
And his mothers' like my mother
We gone always love each other
And I don't wanna die young
Lady brother's on the other side
Waiting for me
But I don't wanna die young
Even if you wait for me
I don't wanna die
(Don't you know that it's worth)
(Every treasure on earth to be young at heart)
(For as rich as you are)
(It's much better by far to be young at heart)
niggas still ridin' round with the steel for real
Them young niggas shootin' like Rambo
Ain't got no other place that they can go
I know niggas that's
cash
Now that's thug motivation for your **** ****
Wassup?
I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young ****
still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
How dare we sit quietly
And watch the world pass us by
How dare we sit
Ain't that a bitch, but still my
(Hey young world, young world, young world, young world)
Head down, sleeves up, yep, we working
Shoes tied, chins up,
dynamite
Young God bitch I stay fucking hype
Moving that work by the church yard
Still smoking tryna stop
Tryna get my saves up like Courtois
Plotting
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
Is this the new national anthem
(How many times has that ever happened to you?)
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
Young Kings, young Queens
Imma grind till people get saved
Small Kid Big dreams
I get in, I roll up, I get out that's wassup
Hit the strip with the gang
the police out for the money
Homies maintain their composure
Now that we older we sellin' ki's by the doja
Now I'm a soldier motherfucker for the
Chips wanna
on colors, that's flavors
Swag on swag, that's flavor, flavor
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors, flavor
Colors on colors,
the street
Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped
(Girl) lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot)
Young thuggin' in the street, givin' up
livin' proof that when you real
You see the truth as it is
The hardest spirit's age
Cannot be gauged by the counting of years of years
And it don't
(Don't you know that it's worth)
(Every treasure on earth to be young at heart)
(For as rich as you are)
(It's much better by far to be young at heart)
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