Young N***a Living

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Young wild nigga, I'm high as hell
 Break a whole pound down, smell the smell
 Word around town, they ringing bells
 All my niggas cracking, lock the shells
 Sweat pants on with the YSL
 Might go Dipset [?]
 All white on, the light snow
 In the summer time my fly glow
 Some hate me, some love me though
 Bitches on the guest list at my shows
 In the mosh-pit throwing elbows
 [?]
 Poured all slow, don't catch the flow
 Bum niggas want to steal my clothes
 Thirsty niggas want to fuck my hoes
 Run up on me meet the 44
 Mobbing ten deep in the Tahoe
 Drug money, rap money, more dough
 Pots caught me but the wrist game
 Rap don't work, flip cocaine
 Do it for the money, do it for the fame
 Don't love the hoes, let my bros run trains
 Puffing on gas, lighting up the flame
 City on my back like a campaign
 Cross-over, slammed, that LeBron James
 Peanut butter inside, wood grain
 Pull up on your block like a goblin
 All you see is guns, get to sparking
 Then the police get to chalking
 Dope in the car, no walk in
 Outbid a nigga, no bargain (Nigga)
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Fucking these bitches
 Niggas ain't made for the stone cold
 Niggas pull Ks for the co-co
 I'ma just blaze with the 44
 Stand back, blow haze in my low low
 Catch a fade then I go go
 Act right, then I fade to the slow-mo
 That's right got a pay for the po-po
 On the West got the drank for the low low
 Bounce in my low low
 Vision like a GoPro
 Down Melrose, got about twelve hoes
 In the Valley, I got about twelve more
 Two twelve in the pell, give em' hell like you came from the twelfth floor
 Got the bell, get the bands like a billfold
 Where they at? Man I'm strapped like Velcro
 Where I'm at I'ma bad in the hell hole
 Where it's at matter fact who the hell knows
 It's a fact that I rap and I move Os
 Then the Act got me slapped, man I'm too slow
 Then I'm trapped in a trap turn the two door
 Porsche 911, shit too cold
 Man I'm one then I'm done then it's new coach
 Man 911, we don't do those
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Fucking these bitches
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Handle my business
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Getting this chicken
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Fo' that I'm sipping
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Fucking these bitches
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Handle my business
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Getting this chicken
 Life's so hard
 RIP Grandma
 These cops play different
 Every corner got a camera
 I swear the game got a cancer
 These lil niggas bust a hammer
 White bitch my attendant
 Seize, make her want to get a [?]
 Ain't about gang bangers or color bandannas
 Or holding your fist up and repping the panthers
 See Willie still Lynching they want us to hang us
 Game is still pimping adapted the changes
 I'll take your 360, work off your anus
 Shit on these niggas, like you constipated
 See that's what I did
 And Momma I made it
 But I'm gone out my mind
 And my point is vacated
 I can't take this world
 Ain't got the patience
 Years of oppression, I'm feeling violated
 And that's why my niggas be highly sedated
 Addicted to money and driving the Ranges
 Gone off the lean, want to stay faded
 They can't even drink because their life is so jaded
 I want to be clean but the world is so tainted
 Ain't it?
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Fucking these bitches
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Handle my business
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Getting this chicken
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Fo' that I'm sipping
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Fucking these bitches
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Handle my business
 Young nigga living
 Young nigga living
 Getting this chicken
 

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Duration
04:18
Tempo
115 BPM

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