Lyrics:
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
real your dreams
But you got to know this one thing
No man does it all by himself
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just go there,
across
Money do somersaults, Bentley on young adults
Stuntin' on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk
Still make it rain, get struck by a money
wanna make God smile
Make plans, you've got to be ready
You don't understand, right now you're a young man
You 'gon have to stand for something
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm living for my daughter (ooh, ooh)
'Cause my baby need a father (ooh, ooh)
Don't wanna die a young nigga, oh
You got my back, I'm
ypung nigga
So find you a place, stay on the
Low, sell that shit on the low, stay
The hell out the way, I did it
By myself, had a thing for yourself
You
know when you showing them love
That you're just trying to help
But your life will be passing you by if
You don't get it done for yourself
And the way
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
threats, it's only right that I'ma hold 'em to it
I ain't scared, I fear for whoever say they owned up to it
We don't hold grudges, they just shootin'
she don't want your heart
Unless it comes wit ya dough
So you ghost her out of fear
Say she digging for gold
Didn't know that she was ride or die
say (uh)
I admit I can't spell for shit
I admit that all I hear is hits (oh)
I admit that I couldn't read the teleprompter
When the Grammy's asked
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I
hide the need for two hearts that bleed
with burning love
That's the way it's got to be
Romeo and Juliet, they never felt this way I bet
So don't
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
I have sinned so gravely Brother Brigham, Brother Young
I have sinned so gravely Brother Young
That only you can
Young niggas out here, let the blammer go
Mixing mud with the smoke, I'm paranoid
Got a couple kittens that's down to go
And when they come, I'll be there
off
We were real young
With an old soul
Someday i'll be back for you so baby hold on
Ain't no way to fabricate you a real one
I know that you will
noodles on a daily ate that shit for every meal
It be the ones that's by your side that are the ones that keep It real
Had to change up my profession
across
Money do somersaults, Bentley on young adults
Stuntin' on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk
Still make it rain, get struck by a money
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
on that beat for my very first mixtape Young Broke and Infamous, damn
It's like 2010 And I titled the track Young Sinatra
And that was the birth of all
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