Lyrics:
Jah is watching you)
Man a wah some do a likkle bomboclaated
Weh feel like them because dem album charted
Well all bad card will be disregarded
No
you ride around ya city
And now its goin down like the beats by Nitti
Meet me in the mall. Or meet me where they all
Fall through like the temp
like Ross (Ugh)
550 Benz four doors
Praying for my niggas, they lost
Dyin' on things, they wolves
Ridin' on a gang that floss
Multiplyin by the gang
the memories that bring the tears
All I want for you to say
Is we're much better anyway
Bring us back to when we were young.
When it made no sense, but we sure
the old folks home
Twelve hour ride to the same four albums
Brand new whip but the same old outcome
Same old songs in the young man head
On repeat, get
at the starry lights
And picturing what it's like
If you were by my side
And we could stay up all night
Talking 'till the sky falls dark
Watching as the sunset
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Ayy welcome to the middle of the album cuh
I know y'all fuck with the first half fasho
But look ayy real shit
The second half of the album gon be
Thumb, Young Thumb
I just released a new album called "So Much Fun"
I got the song, pick up the phone
(Gibberish)
Woo, yeah, Young Thumb up in here
On this broken road
Boy you fucked up
Why didn't you
Do what your told?
I'm broken
But I'm coasting
By my lonesome
Chosen by nobody to succeed
I got that
to get me some cash now a young nigga rocking Givenchy
Hit the rap game like Mahammad Ali
Vision blurry you can't see what I see
Caught a brand new wave
a profit now
I need beats because we're about to put an album out
That conversation wasn't friendly
Thought he had some beats that he could lend me
But he
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
Listening to Britney
Her new album
Back to the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Everything from a nightmare
To Beyonce sweet dreams
Moved from Brisbane
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers
[Hook][Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo]
They call me young
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
and its by too
i copped one N i had to times too
she got 1 friend she can ride to
they young stallions with big plans
all they notice is big hands
cop
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