Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
my room
Too much to handle
Too much to handle in my room
I lit a candle
I lit a candle in my room
Too much to handle
Too much to handle on my own
wish should be different by now
But tomorrow I turn twenty-three
And it feels like everyone hates me
So how old do you have to be
To live so young
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
at ya
Yeah, and thrown a couple dollars at you, c'mon
I get paid baby doll I'm a star
You can tell by the make and the model of my car
Yeah, that's
Pop out with semis
Them chops by the plenty
I shoot til it's empty
Gon bust your confetti
Got murder my mind like that young nigga melly
I'm thinking
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
phone call to my young niggas
They'll pull up in threes
Got da drakes out, blow yo face off
Now think about crossin' me
Stuffin' 20's in my boots
I think
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
the whip but I ain't Tokyo drifting
Verse 4 (C.O.C)
Cash out Chris abbreviated that's C.O.C
Twenty pounds when I arrive that's C.O.D
Sell a nigga bad
this beat like a stone
These hoes love my Gucci cologne
I am the Future of the 3rd coast
'Cause a young nigga Move That Dope
(Young nigga, young nigga,
my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas
just to make you get the picture
Ain't fucking with no lames, can't even be seen with you
Twenty-twenty vision, minus that fuckery, I'm a Sage
So we turn
one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow
There's Chris
Who gave me
watching them lady CO's if I slip up
Uh Uh
[Chorus: x 2]
[Chris and Sigel talking]
Yo, I'm saying Mac, I know I'm young and all
(Yeah that's what's
Ahww, T-Raww, Young Kobe
I'm 24 nigga, Young Kobe
On 24's that's, Young Kobe
I'm king in LA, Young Kobe
Got white bitches like Young Kobe
Got spanish
I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas
As a young nigga, I
Young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it
I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would've liked to known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would've liked to know you
But I was just a kid
Your candle
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
here for hanging
I feel like giving it up
Cause I'm a young nigga living it up
Me and Snoop ain't give a fuck
20 minutes to get your see-walk
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