Lyrics:
Stick by my side from the start and I'm gonna ride with you
Shit got my eye twitching
pop a pill my vibe different
Best bring your slime with you
When
Young nigga wigging on pills and going on drills
We need to stop dissing the dead
I don't preach to no one, I just lead by example
When I was a jit,
the baker I'm stacking the dough
Pushing the pin that's just how I roll, yeah
I stir up a crowd and I surf it
I bring what you hide to the surface
And once it
a home
Call me the baker, I'm stacking the dough
Pushing the pin that's just how I roll, yeah
I stir up a crowd and I surf it
I bring what you hide
In my city they don't wanna show me love
Young nigga only one coming up
Burnt down playing up in the club
I did it myself aint no one put me on
Biir
why is sons fighting for the stripe
As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home
Mama say, take your time young man and build your own
a different route
Keep it pure is how you keep me around
Baby, I just bring the drillers out
This ain't a love song, all the love die, this a thug song
Chained by our same wedding bands
Oh god
The home is gonna fall apart
I know
The story of Americans
In love
Until the start of summer time
Don't run from
slang fye bout mines ima round with 2k
I ain't neva played in a band when I march with Glock it sound like a 808
Rock out at all of my shows and for all
most pop sing young?
Cause the masters of the old found control in dumb
But technology is smarter
We’re getting even farther
They’re finding it harder
lame
I ain't gotta prove nothing to no hoe, stay in your lane
I've been waiting for the future, I just wonder what it's gon' bring
I wish Leroy could see
some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make
and yellow bones
This from the catacombs, this for the broken homes
From the south side of cities where my granny home
I moved to California, I bring
guardin' Philly's young center
Quick to leave a chick curved
It's only one of me, but bet it's like six hers
In my mobile device, you feel the motive in
a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken
a web series called surviving in the trap
I just saw young boy put a thirty on the Mac
Spooky
You said they get smoke by the loosey
Its all the same
tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't
wire
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream,
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
Scotland
For to bring home his new queen
So leave now these windows
And likewise this hall
For it's deep in the sea
You should hide your downfall
source
And of course, its carried with me where I go
Varied in place and time so buried with me when I go
And I know, That the heart is where the home is
really phase me
I'm talking bout life experiences it amaze me
Like what if I ain't have two parent home to raise me
Maybe my path would be hazy or buried
Gotta pop my shit for too long
A young nigga was humble, better get you some money
Cause without it, they gon' treat you like nothing
Ain't gon' lie, I
home
Saturday night and the moon is out
I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout
Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat
When it lifts me up I'm
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