Lyrics:
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
We go shine we go trek
Music be ma passion mi cry always
Why seh mi blow by this time of the day
They called my name osi nana is a calling
Saa boy wei
So implored you are by me to cease all protest to my cause
And shall I sit idly by whilst my kingdom's crops die?
Sit idly so though not being
Philly
R kelly is a child molester
Who had beef with Jay-Z
Shit it makes sense why he
Wanted all those Young Gunz
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it
neglected your feelings and mistreated you by not being kind
Cause I did
Did you look back over the two years we spent together and smile, then laugh when
brown
Your name ain't Young then this ain't your town
Nothing said pussy like 3 Rosay
(?) post screaming free Jose
Nothing said chip like Frito Lay
six young man
(where we going)
Where are you going (as a nation)
As a nation (where we going)
Where are we going (as a nation)
As a nation
A priest
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
their sons are gunned down by police- for no reason
Living in a cold house with no heat
CPS- creeping on the scene, they wonder if I eat- I didn’t eat
who are dead and gone
In our hearts you're always around
We'll have two
For the red white and blue
From Jersey to Oakland town
We'll have three
For
As a young guy
It’s sad to say I am sad guy
But due to the system
We live by Matt 6:11
3ye Awerehosem
Loner
Adeakye na ma dom
Obiaa ne hopes
I
Da da da da da da do do do do da da da da da do do
You can't by stand all the people
Stand them on their own
They will fall to pieces
So we watch
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
a young people
And we filled with the Spirit
Matthew twenty eight
The whole world gonna hear it
This is our skill set
Liz brought her kid
And Pete's
of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for
And we are grateful for how far he's brought you
Diligence, patience, prayer
As Aesop the fabulist once said, gratitude is a sign of a noble soul
That's
got Harry I've got Kane
My young boys playing for The Gunners
F**k around he's taking aim
Ive got Harry I've got Kane
I've got Harry I've got Kane
3
West off
I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of
A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up"
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle
West off
I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of
A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up"
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle
by the end of this song
So get up, get up
No I'm never gonna let up
So you might as well sing along
The odds are that we will probably be alright
to like our own hands
Three sweaters lie still
Their wool is tough our lives are rough
Forgive us we are young
Forgive us we are young
Forgive us we are
know how we get it
Can’t find my lighter though
Migos
Young rich niggas
Young niggas been doing real boss shit
They know where they got this shit from
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
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