Lyrics:
young Gs will grip, then blast
Have you tried in the street? Fuck findin' my feet
I could ride, but it's better when I'm ridin a beat
My emotions are
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
(David Wesson)
Raised by OGs, I was taught by the best
You was raised on IG
So you was taught by the 'net
See you wearin' fake shit
You wasn't
shots
I'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box, you stay the same
But homie if you change, may you change for the better
Back when Martin King
When you came and saw the road, your amazement
Broke your heart but still you were prone to loss
And your sorrow was over fast
I hope your listening,
I told that bitch to dick up ugh
Don’t come back when my checks up
I get the bag, letterman David
She talking that bullshit I told just save it
Ima
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft
I was sitting on the corner just a wasting my time
When I
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft
I was sitting on the corner just a wasting my time
When I
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
It. All I can do is make amends
I was insensitive even back when we was friends
I told you what to do without knowing your P.O.V
But my intentions were
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
the last
I'll keep my thoughts silent till they pass
We're not ready yet
They'll say you've got to build your tolerances now and then
Make your heart
every other nigga in my crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn
I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you
the release of your songs
And when you were writing them
You already knew, but I didn’t
Now it’s done
Now you’re not the only one
Who notices it
Fifth circle
used to know
You look like a movie you sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it
Thank you for letting us all in the gates when you do
When you see one of us who is really really struggling
Thank you for letting us in
We'll make you
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
'm David cause I got a second chance
I will build a temple for you, tell me when and where
Give me diameters
I need the measurement
I'll buy the instruments
even born
It's such a gamble when you get a face
It's fascinating to observe what
The mirror does but when I dine it's for the
Wall that I set a place
I
When it rains you gone drown when we pour
When it rains you gone drown when we pour out
Come with ya gang
Come with ya mob
I'll be just fine by myself
Mexican restaurant
Because everybody stared when I came in
You know i honestly don't intend to have my
Life shoved around like that
Because it's really
Am I really that bad?
They met when they were low
And you a product of that
I once heard that on a J. Cole rap
But that is not facts
You're the Kings
need to be unhappy
Young man, there's a place you can go
I said, young man, when you're short on your dough
You can stay there, and I'm sure you will
that I've been missing
Take me back to when we were young
Remember when our parents would wake us up
To get ready for school
They would also be making
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