Lyrics:
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
It’s hard because Larry went out of state
Where you would have to drive about 500 miles away
A Filipino friend’s not the same as a Larry though
No more
There's a war going on outside
Who wants a part
Leave you out in the dark
My niggas letting it spark
We silent dodging the narcs
Moving ships
(those niggas?)
I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (those niggas?)
I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga
I can
like a 100 pair of them bitches I don't even know which ones to wear
Hahaha
Let's goooo
2020 I fucked around and I found my zone
You be repping by
you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain't in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin'
to take that scenic view
Then East or West River Drive is right for you
But if you ain't got any time to lose
Put the pedal to the metal for that
to take that scenic view
Then East or West River Drive is right for you
But if you ain't got any time to lose
Put the pedal to the metal for that
bitches, they call me Larry/by the way I get back to the hustle, this shit is scary/runnin circles round the game, I’m engaged to be married shit/I’m just
there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way
"Well," he answered, "just because"
Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last
They called
was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because
Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last
They called Joe Crazy,
take over and I become a sinner
Ain't no trappin a young nigga, already done lived through it, heard of Brittany Renner
Spark up get high, as I work til
in notice
What how you place those notes
Big faces stay in order like chords and scale notes
Sweeter than compositions written by jazz ghosts
Piano
in notice
What how you place those notes
Big faces stay in order like chords and scale notes
Sweeter than compositions written by jazz ghosts
Piano
heart
Spark to my heart
A spark to my heart
Need to cool it with this love affair
Cus' you ain't here, I can't be there, what we gon' do about it
Moments
and mine, ayy (nigga, you know we is, ayy)
Ayy, ooh, I ain't never did nothing right before (I ain't never)
Ooh, I ain't never lived this life before (I
always quick to pick a pocket
You're the only one in heaven
Probably slick enough to pull off stealing God's wallet
In life the Lord ain't really deal
spark it whenever
4 on 1 you can call me the shredder
Fuck a diss we pull up to the function
Hating on niggas call me uncle Ruckus
Quick to chatting turn
seven to his heart twenty five to his head
Bitch you ain't crazy bitch you not no shooter
Fuck out my face for I blow your medulla
She a low key freak she
A nigga slime me you taking a risk
Feeling like ghost looking at them and shit
Y'all niggas be dick riding get off my dick
And y'all bitches be
shot but your shot is just dead
I mean a lot you ain’t getting no bread
Messing with me you is hanging by thread
Snapping the line it was something you
Yeah we
Spark another
You wake up in the morning, you got nothing on your plate
Start the day off wake and baking but you hardly know the stake
You
I ain’t tryna align myself with all the shit you trappin’/
I’m tryna change lives instead of have the feds come tap in
All of the rap beef and extra
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
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