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Y.G.

Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson (born March 9, 1990), is an American rapper better known by the stage name YG (an initialism for Young Gangsta). In 2009, he released his debut single, "Toot It and Boot It", featuring Ty Dolla Sign, which peaked at number 67 on the Billboard Hot 100. The singles success resulted in him signing to Def Jam Recordings. In the following years, YG released various mixtapes such as The Real 4Fingaz and Just Re'd Up 2 among others. In June 2013, YG signed to Young Jeezy's CTE World. His 2013 single "My Nigga" featuring Jeezy and Rich Homie Quan has peaked at number 19 on the US Billboard Hot 100, becoming the highest charting song of his career. He then released the singles "Left, Right" and "Who Do You Love?" featuring Drake leading up t… more »

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2018

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Ah

Stars in the roof, sittin' in the Wraith
Got it all off these bars, man, this shit can crazy
I been out wildin' with these young niggas lately
Fuckin' all the pretty bitches, man, this shit can crazy
I'm blessed up with Christ, I style too much for life
I been on some player shit, hoops my nigga don't make
You is not the reason I'm pullin' up in the latest
Westside nigga, ho, I don't need no favors

Ayy, damn this beat got bass
Anything that's bad for me right here in my face
I been on the fo' block, I been on the A
Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space
Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank
Bein' a hundred 'bout my past, I'ma help me get away, damn
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move bitch, a nigga need a little space (uh-huh)
Don't tell I'ma be okay 'cause this shit not okay (nuh-uh)
Give a f*ck 'bout what you think, bitch, f*ck what you think (f*ck you bitch)
But don't come judgin' me 'cause I had too much drugs and drank

I ain't in the mood, bitch, don't come beside my gate
That's trepassin', you bastard, I can shoot you in your face
If I run past you, my bad, my whole feel like it's a maze
Been drinkin' my life away, they can't stop me, I go brazy
Drunk drivin' in that G-Wagon, they tell it ain't safe
But I'm drunk drivin' in that G-Wagon, get your square ass out my face
The homie just got a raise, Po-Po brought him my name
They know we from the game, this shit out my range

This shit out my fuckin' range bitch
I ain't plannin' on a change, bitch
I'm goin' through a field of pain, bitch
4hunnid gang got that bang, bitch
I'm hundred bodies demons, yeah, I see 'em walk (walk)
So you know I got the devil in my thoughts (thoughts)
I be seeen the devil in my living room hall (hall)
I just hope I ain't got in my little whore, this shit for real

Ayy, damn this beat got bass
Anything that's bad for me right here in my face
I been on the fo' block, I been on the A
Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space
Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank
Bein' a hundred 'bout my past, I'ma help me get away, damn
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move bitch, a nigga need a little space
Don't tell I'ma be okay 'cause this shit not okay
Give a f*ck 'bout what you think bitch, f*ck what you think
But don't come judgin' me because I had too much drugs and drank

(Then I'll pull up) Then I'll pull up with a hundred in each pocket, bitch
Fresh up out the slammer, these lil niggas on some cockyacy shit
Play me like a jit, you get hit up, you ain't stoppin' shit
Tell me when to pull up, make the tre light in the lobby bitch
Move bitch, get shot up in your face
Niggas 'round me hate, tryna figure what I made
Can't make it to my house if I dont buzz you at the gate
Secure 'bout my gang, bitch, I gotta play it safe
Plenty racks off in the safe, shit
Check it, you get make, bitch
Five, that's my Blood batch, strictly FOL shit
Quick, a shooter 12 shit, without the dope, young nigga rich
Challenged at your own risk, I up and bust your dome, bitch

Ayy, damn this beat got bass
Everything that's bad for me right here in my face
I been on the fo' block, I been on the A
Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space
Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank
Been a hundred 'bout my past, I'ma help me get away, damn
What you think I do? I buy more drugs and drank
Move bitch, a nigga need a little space
Don't tell I'ma be okay 'cause this shit not okay
Give a f*ck 'bout what you think, bitch, f*ck what you think
But don't come judgin' me because I had too much drugs and drank

Lord, help me Lord
These kids, Lord, they playing with all these guns and drugs
They remind me of when I was young
See, in the 80s, we didn't play that shit
But we was crack babies
No, Lord, I'm not no hypocrite
I'm just a old motherfucker, tryna save some shit
Lord, I ask my son "Why it is just thugs here, hanging away?"
He looked at me and said "Pops, I'm staying dangerous"
Help me, Lord, I tried to tell him there's many ways to stay dangerous
Power is dangerous, knowledge is dangerous, having them dollars is dangerous
He just looked at me, Lord, and said "Pops, I'm talkin' dangerous"

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