Lyrics:
bitch we comin real fast
What we got here, we gon' make this shit last
Rockin with nineteen till the fuckin end
Young boy, but I have to be a man
Chris do
These my shelltoes, diamonds, beaches and reeboks
Walking by the bitches and they saying damn he hot
But the suns out i dont think that they meant me
Somebody chase him coz I ain't go hate him yeah!
Young nigga hating on me won't bring nothing
Well I guess I am turning to something
20 minute you know, I
Somebody under the bed
Whoever can it be?
I feel so very nervous,
I call for Joanie
Joanie lights the candle but there's nobody there
wouldn't be long
It was not a good place
For a young man
Try to run away and
Fall in the quick sand
I hope you have a strong
Heart that can withstand
Because
with me
Bitch, it's big Cup
I put on for my city
Got twenty four bowls in the trap if you need it, come get me
Got plays they come by the fifty
Young
the guys, drink a couple brews
I'm just doin my thing, feelin good man who knew
Got the gang by my side so I guess that nothings new
A little too young
Got me feeling like I'm sick and depressed
Cause everybody that I told, they just laid it to rest
But now I'm twenty five
And I'm sick of all
Word, back then I was going by Twenty Banz
At a time where I didn't have any bands
I was cappin' my raps full of many shams
Flexing my birthday money
heatin' up
High I'm buyin' 20 Hummers, cause them shits look cheap as fuck
Took em' both too early, man, it's R.I.P. to Chris and Cut
That's why I keep
So let me introduce because they asking what my name is
Young spitta pretty boy, bout to change the game like
Calvin Cambridge, I want my comparison
money talks, then I'm Chris Tucker
This the last supper, for the daily bread
I split it with my brothers and that's word to mother
Uh, I put niggas in
of age nine I'm already decidin'
If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one
Up out in them hoods
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
inspired by our times
Of she who said I was her Jim but I only cut ties
Back then it was a pair that's best
A young trumpeteer and a clarinet
Gettin'
So drop your set and get yo wet up
I know some niggas that say they gangbang
But really don't got no set bruh
Im young thug I came to wreck bruh
Me n LeanYSL finna give em hell for da 8th time
An I keep going like a freight line
Time is money ion wit wasting time
(Young YSL!, Young YSL!)
Me n
Neak Verse:
Elevation everything it's fame in that mantra I live by, glory to glorious power you know the most high, do it for believers no reaching
Verse:
Elevation everything it's fame in that mantra I live by, glory to glorious power you know the most high, do it for believers no reaching
Neak Verse:
Elevation everything it's fame in that mantra I live by, glory to glorious power you know the most high, do it for believers no reaching
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
'm an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
on the nightstand, sitting by the lotion
I got her open, got her floating off this purple potion
Just take a hit, no time to quit because you gotta smoke this
I gotta
around and reached into my pocket roll my weed some more
I just put a shiny on my wrist yeah thats an Audemar
I just spend like twenty at Ruth Chris yeah
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