Young'in
Jit out chea starving like he Marvin
He want to get paid
Lil jit is sour think he sweet they call him lemonade
Lil Jit been ratchet wit da shitz dat young'n renegade
Ice cream no milk watch him make it shake
Lil jit know Haitians and was patient young'n wait his turn
He know Jamaicans dey ain't playing let Dem choppaz burn
He know some Yankees they be banging they claim Crip and Blood
Ten toes on the turf my lil nigga good
My lil young'n he stay grinding he just want Dem bandz (racks)
He just bought another Draco I think he Taliban (wax)
He wake and bake and pop a perky sleep on lean and Xanz (giggaz)
He had a vision to get money and be the fuccin man (dat's my lil nigga)
He started poking snapping checks but it wasn't working man (nahh)
His niggaz greedy they was eating jit was starving man (yeah)
His momma crying wit 2 jobs no food is on the plate (no dough)
She wanna get up out the projects she on section 8 (no go)
Jit baby sister only 3 and she can't even talk
But that because she seen her daddy outlined in dat chalk (tragic)
She always crying never stop and now she fear the dark (ohh yeah she do)
I understand why she was two when she first start to walk
I heard the pain all in his voice when jit first hit my line
He told me Guttah put me on I really need to grind
I told him cool one golden rule you gotta keep it solid
They ask you questions bout ya man you don't know nothing bout it
Gave him 16 he on my team we call it half Time
He work wit me like surgery we broke a half down
I get it in he ship em out got young'n pushing packs
Told him stay down and you'll up come you know I got cha back
Jit out chea starving like he Marvin
He want to get paid
Lil jit is sour think he sweet they call him lemonade
Lil Jit been ratchet wit da shitz dat young'n renegade
Ice cream no milk watch him make it shake
Lil jit know Haitians and was patient young'n wait his turn
He know Jamaicans dey ain't playing let Dem choppaz burn
He know some Yankees they be banging they claim Crip and Blood
Ten toes on the turf my lil nigga good
My Lil Young'n steady grinding he was coming up
He bought his momma a new crib and put the extras up
Took care business and his sister now they living good
Bought some gear now he the freshest in the neighborhood
Wit money saved Lil Jit was ballin' he just bought a vert (skrrrt)
He dropped it off to Jit and Randy cuz he seen dey work
It come to young'ns wit a donk Lil Jit he was the first
Went to the dentist dropped a wall to make the ladies flirt
He told me Guttah you like Jordan watch me be ya Pippen
I got a yoppa wit bananas I ain't Neva slippin
Walk in a trap take over traps you know I get it get it
Forever I fucc wit Lil Jit and Jit still wit me
Jit out chea starving like he Marvin
He want to get paid
Lil jit is sour think he sweet they call him lemonade
Lil Jit been ratchet wit da shitz dat young'n renegade
Ice cream no milk watch him make it shake
Lil jit know Haitians and was patient young'n wait his turn
He know Jamaicans dey ain't playing let Dem choppaz burn
He know some Yankees they be banging they claim Crip and Blood
Ten toes on the turf my lil nigga good
He want to get paid
Lil jit is sour think he sweet they call him lemonade
Lil Jit been ratchet wit da shitz dat young'n renegade
Ice cream no milk watch him make it shake
Lil jit know Haitians and was patient young'n wait his turn
He know Jamaicans dey ain't playing let Dem choppaz burn
He know some Yankees they be banging they claim Crip and Blood
Ten toes on the turf my lil nigga good
My lil young'n he stay grinding he just want Dem bandz (racks)
He just bought another Draco I think he Taliban (wax)
He wake and bake and pop a perky sleep on lean and Xanz (giggaz)
He had a vision to get money and be the fuccin man (dat's my lil nigga)
He started poking snapping checks but it wasn't working man (nahh)
His niggaz greedy they was eating jit was starving man (yeah)
His momma crying wit 2 jobs no food is on the plate (no dough)
She wanna get up out the projects she on section 8 (no go)
Jit baby sister only 3 and she can't even talk
But that because she seen her daddy outlined in dat chalk (tragic)
She always crying never stop and now she fear the dark (ohh yeah she do)
I understand why she was two when she first start to walk
I heard the pain all in his voice when jit first hit my line
He told me Guttah put me on I really need to grind
I told him cool one golden rule you gotta keep it solid
They ask you questions bout ya man you don't know nothing bout it
Gave him 16 he on my team we call it half Time
He work wit me like surgery we broke a half down
I get it in he ship em out got young'n pushing packs
Told him stay down and you'll up come you know I got cha back
Jit out chea starving like he Marvin
He want to get paid
Lil jit is sour think he sweet they call him lemonade
Lil Jit been ratchet wit da shitz dat young'n renegade
Ice cream no milk watch him make it shake
Lil jit know Haitians and was patient young'n wait his turn
He know Jamaicans dey ain't playing let Dem choppaz burn
He know some Yankees they be banging they claim Crip and Blood
Ten toes on the turf my lil nigga good
My Lil Young'n steady grinding he was coming up
He bought his momma a new crib and put the extras up
Took care business and his sister now they living good
Bought some gear now he the freshest in the neighborhood
Wit money saved Lil Jit was ballin' he just bought a vert (skrrrt)
He dropped it off to Jit and Randy cuz he seen dey work
It come to young'ns wit a donk Lil Jit he was the first
Went to the dentist dropped a wall to make the ladies flirt
He told me Guttah you like Jordan watch me be ya Pippen
I got a yoppa wit bananas I ain't Neva slippin
Walk in a trap take over traps you know I get it get it
Forever I fucc wit Lil Jit and Jit still wit me
Jit out chea starving like he Marvin
He want to get paid
Lil jit is sour think he sweet they call him lemonade
Lil Jit been ratchet wit da shitz dat young'n renegade
Ice cream no milk watch him make it shake
Lil jit know Haitians and was patient young'n wait his turn
He know Jamaicans dey ain't playing let Dem choppaz burn
He know some Yankees they be banging they claim Crip and Blood
Ten toes on the turf my lil nigga good
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Writer(s): Donte Chestnut
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