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Young N***a Living

Young N***a Living
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作詞:Adam Kirkman

作曲:Adam Kirkman

Young wild nigga, I'm high as hell Break a whole pound down, smell the smell Word around town, they ringing bells All my niggas cracking, lock the shells Sweat pants on with the YSL Might go Dipset Pelle Pelle All white on, the light snow In the summer time my fly glow Some hate me, some love me though Bitches on the guest list at my shows In the mosh-pit throwing elbows Day dream of getting that Phantom Rolls Pour up, slow down, catch the flow Bum niggas want to steal my clothes Thirsty niggas want to fuck my hoes Run up on me meet the 44 Mobbing ten deep in the Tahoe Drug money, rap money, more dough Pops taught me 'bout the wrist game Rap don't work, flip cocaine Do it for the money, do it for the fame Don't love the hoes, let my bros run trains Puffing on gas, lighting up the flame City on my back like a campaign Cross-over, slammed, that LeBron James Peanut butter inside, wood grain Pull up on your block like a goblin All you see is guns, get to sparking Then the police get to chalking Dope in the car, no walk in Outbid a nigga, no bargain, nigga Young nigga living Young nigga living, fucking these bitches Niggas ain't made for the stone cold Niggas pull K's for the coco I'ma just blaze with the .44, stand back Blow haze in my low low, catch a fade then I go go Act right, then I fade to the slow-mo That's right got a pay for the po-po On the West got the drank for the low low Bounce in my low low, vision like a GoPro Down Melrose, got about twelve hoes In the Valley, I got about twelve more Two twelve in the pell, give em' hell Like you came from the twelfth floor Got the bell, get the bands like a billfold Where they at? Man I'm strapped like Velcro Where I'm at I'ma bad in the hell hole Where it's at matter fact who the hell knows It's a fact that I rap and I move O's Then the Act got me slapped, man I'm too slow Then I'm trapped in a trap turn the two door Porsche 9-1-1, shit too cold Man I'm one then I'm done then it's new coach Man 9-1-1, we don't do those Young nigga living Young nigga living, fucking these bitches Young nigga living Young nigga living, handle my business Young nigga living Young nigga living, getting this chicken Young nigga living Young nigga living, 4 that I'm sipping Young nigga living Young nigga living, young nigga living Young nigga living Young nigga living, fucking these bitches Young nigga living Young nigga living, handle my business Young nigga living Young nigga living, getting this chicken Life's so hard R.I.P. Grandma These cops play different Every corner got a camera I swear the game got a cancer These lil niggas bust a hammer With bitch made tendencies Make 'em wanna give they man up Ain't about gang bangers or color bandannas Or holding your fist up and repping The Panthers See Willie still Lynching they want us to hang us Game is still pimping adapted the changes I'll take your 360, work off your anus Shit on these niggas, like you constipated See that's what I did and momma I made it But I'm gone out my mind and my point is vacated I can't take this world, ain't got the patience Years of oppression, I'm feeling violated And that's why my niggas be highly sedated Addicted to money and driving new Ranges Gone off the lean, want to stay faded They can't even drink 'cause their life is so jaded I want to be clean but the water is so tainted Ain't it? Young nigga living Young nigga living, fucking these bitches Young nigga living Young nigga living, handle my business Young nigga living Young nigga living, getting this chicken Young nigga living Young nigga living, 4 that I'm sipping Young nigga living Young nigga living, young nigga living Young nigga living Young nigga living, fucking these bitches Young nigga living Young nigga living, handle my business Young nigga living Young nigga living, getting this chicken

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