Lyrics:
overtime
Man these niggas so outta line
They mistake me for a nice guy
I'm a young street alumni
Outside outside
Ima young street alumni
Outside nigga
Yea you know I'm on cloud nine
Too young be down bad
When I'm not from the south side
Hard times
We live in the dry times
Like life's recipe's
In
you're way too smart for Boston College
You're alumni and my dad wants to know about his gun rights
That's a conversation never done right
That's enough
Cops get behind me, they want see the whip too
SQ professor CMB alumni
Everybody else fails except the young guy
Don't worry 'bout Weezy for real,
only make sense
If a nigga's going to the top
Cause I'm in the studio with young master Greenz
Cooking it up, yeah I'm down with the steeze
That's why
Fucking Snitches, Mumblers, Fillers and Fakes
You better Rehearse yo shit, the Poet Young Thad is at gate
They say the game has changed, I heard the other
Entrepreneurs on the rise
Future future future billionaires in disguise
Young entrepre-, entrepreneurs on the rise
All my niggas own everything that we buy
Young alumni dance the night to pieces
Wearing all your panic inside out
And then to have someone like you like you
Made of broken glass and famous
gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga don't fuck wit' imitations
Young Money nigga ain't no limitations
I don't play games niggas simulation
Which one
since I fell for getting this cash like,
You don't need to ask twice
You heard of the young guy
Started off small time now I'm alumni
Because I'm
of what they made bitch
It's insane what lingers on my brain
Sometimes I wanna cock it back and let it swang
Young nigga just doing his thing, everybody
Get frustrated try to put it to the paper
Chew up a beat like a fucking now and later
Working since a young never heard of child labor
Giving people
trillions came from nothing our journey different
I was that young nigga on that block with a strap with a big ass coat
We move evil real illegal make 'em
I just wanna say one thing
Let a fella grow up
I just wanna chase my dreams
Young fella go up
Said I’d never get this lit
Now I’m feelin’ myself
I
Luther King, we shall overcome
G3, layin' every bad bitch you wanna cuff
Get a run for they money
Havi'g fun for the money
UGK Alumni
Yeah that's how
style real serious
What you think it ain't that serious?
I bang clubs and streets it's getting hot
See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top
Young
chestless
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit that you won't do
So go ahead with the bullshit you blab
I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why they strung out
I'm
us
Some murderers who turn bikers -- see Biggie Smalls
recruited these snipers -- alumni do it just like us
Some pied pipers, squeezin life out y'all
mad you can't be like us
Some murderers who turn bikers, see Biggie Smalls
Recruited these snipers, alumni do it just like us
Some pied pipers,
full of clouds
About to take another shot but
I'm used to the fouls i'm ballin'
You could take two to the mouth
It's Alumni, throw it up, two
(yeah yeah)
Let her get it, if shes back in two
Button up with a snapping clue (that's right)
Young nigga with a chest full of tats
Get back fore' I kick
Terrific and horrific
Shake the fake
Break the cake off (Break it off)
Depart and I'm arriving
Since a yougin I was striving (Young-in)
Down and then I'm
Every nigga deserves better and what's best
Every nigga deserves better
Cool young nigga doin' what he want with this life
Mouth full of gold
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