We Was Young (Radio Edit)

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Blast away
We was young
Ahhh ahh
We was young playing with drums
Now we trying to blast away
Moving with jums we on the run
Hope we don't pass away
Live out the slum got what you want
Moving like Saturday
We never had love we on the run
Hope we don't pass away
Drug, drugs reup
Baking soda whip up 100 grams ain't enough
Saucing cuz we ain't have much
That black rambo in the cut
Sticks out no hockey puck
Came up with no one to trust
Ahhhh
Come listen to my revelation
Daddy gone cuz he didn’t have patience
No food in the crib
No food in the fridge
No stomach on full it was vacant
Momma couldn't afford any flavor
We was borrowing sugar from neighbors
She raised us with no education
I would watch as she prayed at the table
Thats amazing grace, that's amazing faith
I was amazed at that grace, amazed at that faith
How could it be all these memories that don't flee
Overseen by the streets, who made it that way
Papa was a rolling stone, where he laid his hat is home
All I know is pack the chrome, head to head tap your dome
We was young playing with drums
Now we trying to blast away
Moving with jums we on the run
Hope we don't pass away
Live out the slum got what you want
Moving like Saturday
We never had love we on the run
Hope we don't pass away
Drug, drugs reup
Baking soda whip up 100 grams ain't enough
Saucing cuz we ain't have much
That black rambo in the cut
Sticks out no hockey puck
Came up with no one to trust
Shout to the teachers that failed us
They was stuck on us being rebellious
We played the block for the green
We held down the bank like a nigga to teller
Real talking, no lies in this legit
Man no story teller
I was in the trenches with the merk
Beating the fiends, no acapella
I was shaving weight moving with razor blades
Shaving the weight with blades
Nigga thats day to day
Running from play to play
Catching it lane to lane
Limping with kane to kane
Nigga k to k
Momma stressing at the stove
Daddy left she all alone
All I know is pack the chrome
Head to head tap your dome
We was young playing with drums
Now we trying to blast away
Moving with jums we on the run
Hope we don't pass away
Live out the slum got what you want
Moving like Saturday
We never had love we on the run
Hope we don't pass away
Drug, drugs reup
Baking soda whip up 100 grams ain't enough
Saucing cuz we ain't have much
That black rambo in the cut
Sticks out no hockey puck
Came up with no one to trust
Ahhh ahhh ahh
We was young

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