Lyrics:
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
fuckin
Corrupted system collapse in its own
Pyramid and get buried as a little kid
In a dead man’s chest, damn
Haven’t we already been buried in sin
For
how you made it
Just to keep it oblique
We're both high high high, high high on lemon sips
We're all suh-suh-suh sucked-in-by parlour tricks
Oh
how you made it
Just to keep it oblique
We're both high high high, high high on lemon sips
We're all suh-suh-suh sucked-in-by parlour tricks
Oh
Let the beat play, brody
Uh, solidarity like that muscle we refuse to flex
That synergy that these niggas just refuse to tap into
In our
'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Little baby
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
the power of the tongue is gated by the teeth/ do the words you got locked up have meaning/ when they are released/
Will you be remembered when you are
me
And many I have met before
In lands across the sea
We used to speak of that ocean deep
How little words can say
It's better now to ask your
Ride ride cult 45 it's A mother fucking drive-by
Ride ride cult 45 it's A mother fucking drive-by
It's TGP we some young prodigy's
Keep it jumping
is all I have
She grabbed me by my hand
Where are we going to land?
I'm reaching for the stars
They let me know who you are
Hundred miles from earth
out Rollies for a real nigga
I wonder is it Heaven for a real nigga
Money never made you a real nigga
I just stay away from them hoe niggas
We are
and win
This ain't playground rules
But homie I'm it
I'm a brick I'm a cinderblock
I'm hard as it gets
You're a bitch with a little Glock
Just posing for
And we gon' get it right
I'm like the illest cat you ever seen on the scene
The way I be acting like Wu-Tang scheming for the C.R.E.A.M
And if you listen
hard
Someone understands this young girl's
Scars so little girl
Wipe those tears from your
Eyes because everybody
Suffers and everybody cries but Jesus
As a consequence of which, they must find money by these means
We say we are against those means
Not because we are moralists, not because we are religious freaks
insane?
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong?
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little
intentionally breeding outside of our race because we want our babies to have funny colored eyes and lighter skin
When we stop telling little girls “you sure are
the old days stinking of the burglars
Happens in my home I never see it coming
When I was young
we used to put
alarms on our doors
and screens
There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
no weapon formed against me will prosper (go hard)
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
the cream
That must rise to the top and fulfill the dream
And there are desires that we all want to achieve
But remember, respect is most greatest to receive
shiny little things
What can I say? I'm like a young Black Biden with a trim (woo)
Presidential when I'm ridin' in the Bimz
Takin' pictures with my
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