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Steady working on the album
Racking up the missed calls
Fucking niggas on the first night
What is with yall
I'm a hypocrite, I still will put you in
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
(ACETHEFACE)
We was gettin' money
We was gettin' money
(Joog)
(Take some of that bass out, Bruce)
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Ron Ron, do that shit)
We
scarred by a revolv'
With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look
take what is given "
Breaker breaker one-nine, I had a rendezvous
Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue {Ha!)
She was young, too wild
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
Radio speaker: (not on album version)
Welcome to the radio show: young, free and single!
We got a good show lined up for you, let's have our first
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
to the mid to the east coast
Verse One: Master P
I got heroin and cocaine
some call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like Tupac
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
I don't have it all figured out
I've been taking it day by day
I tell myself get out the way
I'm gonna let You handle it
Somehow You been working it
And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like fat-laces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready, so that means I'm strokin'
If you pet me nowadays,
with shame
Quit pointing fingers, nobody to blame
Big pictures inside of my head, put it onto a frame
People watching, slowly getting afraid
Young fella
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
I tell em like
Imma young lord when I rip
I don't gotta act , I been hard since a jit
Don't be mad at the kid cause ya girl want a kiss
I drink my
Walking wit steppas you can’t reach this level
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
I
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
Staying up, up to late
Saying we won’t ever wait
for the moment to pass us all by
Living while dumb are reckless
I’m wishing days were endless
nigga let's pour up
My money just go up
Ahahahahahahahah
You know what I mean
That was the remix by the way
That we're bringin' Young Sorealist man
You
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
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