Lyrics:
I'm gunna gunna gunna
Lezgoo
Gun gun gunna
Young gunna
Gunna gunna gunna gunna
Gunna young gunna
Like I'm gunna gunna wunna
Like I'm gunna gunna wunna
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
don't care about the red carpet
Thanks 50
Murda let's go
Young Thug and Gunna got hit with the RICO
They usin' rap lyrics against them and that shit
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double
Hit Elliante and left with a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
I dig
I dig
Oh
I dig
Huh, yeah, yeah
I dig
Young Gunna keep pimpin' (pimpin')
Pull up and I'm politickin' (politic)
VVS', bitch, I'm
ride on the cops (cops)
I was young, black, and ashy, '42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket, throwin' up blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang
young, black, fly and cool
Think that's how I got by in school
Man get booked, start buying jewels
Them man get shook, start buying tools
Ah man, you
I'm not gunna pull this off man without signing the dots
This is too sensible for me man
How you gunna have a dream come true ?
[verse 1]
I used
my cards
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars
I went to the malls and I balled too hard
"Oh my God, is that a black card?"
I turned around
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
the man that done it blud
I hope you're feeling terrified
My boys loved Depz small Heath had to ride
Black tick certified blue tick verified
God damn where
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
or floatin' in the fuckin' sky
All black is my attire, lookin' like a umpire
Toss you in the trash like a bullshit album flop
Yeah yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, yeah
Of where I'm at most of the time like
Kind of aloof and salty and
Also young and black
Last question there's a poem about you
Written in
1995 by your family
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