Youngster
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
Life in the hood is a struggle
Trapped in a criminal infested bubble
Moms just wants to keep the lights on
It's nice cars and clothes that you want
Dreams about being a rapper star
Slangin cane is where you set the bar
Join a gang cause your choice feels slim
Bustin brains cause it's you or them
Say school's not for you
You don't need it
All you need is a tech and a clip
A lil cash get you a long way
Don't trip on any one that you gotta pay
Just worry bout you and the now
Let them investors track you down
You'll deal with it then
With a head full of lead
This time you got lucky
They pick pocketed you for your money
Now you feeling like a dummy
Put your family in danger
For the easy way to earn a buck
So much anger cause now your feeling stuck
Now you decide to change your life
Wonder of things done in the dark coming to light
Asking creator what'll happen when I transition
Will you forgive me for all my sins
Would you open your gates?
Or did I change my life a lil too late
Can I make it up? Is there anyway?
PRAYERS up it'll be okay
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
Growing up I was exposed
To the world of criminals
This was just how it went
We grew up to be like them
Brown on brown crime
We live to die
Mama don't cryyyyy
We bout that crazy life
I'm bounded to the grave or the penn
But I ain't trippin right now I'll worry bout it then
Up til that point I'm run these streets
Keep it G'd up and doin my thing
Staying Strapped up and staying down
Rollin with the crazy crowd
Quick to smash on anyone asking for it
Body bags or busted lips
Depends on who trips
Easily INFLUENCED
We Repeat what we see in this life of sin
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
Flash backs fill you with rage
So you smoke and drink day to day
No fks given what anyone gotta say
Fist fights every chance you get
Channel your anger on your opponent
Visuals fade to red
Forget what you did and what you said
Images of death linger in your head
Be the craziest on these streets
Is the goal that you set
Show no fear in fearful situations
Last guy to draw a gun you snatched it and chased him
Now you getting into home invasions
The last attempt owners were inside
Gun forced em face down
While your boys put the goods in the ride
The man of the house got ballsy so you shot him and felt you had to kill em all
Soon enough Cops gaffled all involved
You're boys quickly gave you up
Lessons learned these ain't the
Fools you can trust
Might be out of luck
Though you remain silent
Found guilty for this CRIME of violence
Life behind bars is what you face
Wondering if things coulda gone any other way
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
Life in the hood is a struggle
Trapped in a criminal infested bubble
Moms just wants to keep the lights on
It's nice cars and clothes that you want
Dreams about being a rapper star
Slangin cane is where you set the bar
Join a gang cause your choice feels slim
Bustin brains cause it's you or them
Say school's not for you
You don't need it
All you need is a tech and a clip
A lil cash get you a long way
Don't trip on any one that you gotta pay
Just worry bout you and the now
Let them investors track you down
You'll deal with it then
With a head full of lead
This time you got lucky
They pick pocketed you for your money
Now you feeling like a dummy
Put your family in danger
For the easy way to earn a buck
So much anger cause now your feeling stuck
Now you decide to change your life
Wonder of things done in the dark coming to light
Asking creator what'll happen when I transition
Will you forgive me for all my sins
Would you open your gates?
Or did I change my life a lil too late
Can I make it up? Is there anyway?
PRAYERS up it'll be okay
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
Growing up I was exposed
To the world of criminals
This was just how it went
We grew up to be like them
Brown on brown crime
We live to die
Mama don't cryyyyy
We bout that crazy life
I'm bounded to the grave or the penn
But I ain't trippin right now I'll worry bout it then
Up til that point I'm run these streets
Keep it G'd up and doin my thing
Staying Strapped up and staying down
Rollin with the crazy crowd
Quick to smash on anyone asking for it
Body bags or busted lips
Depends on who trips
Easily INFLUENCED
We Repeat what we see in this life of sin
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
Flash backs fill you with rage
So you smoke and drink day to day
No fks given what anyone gotta say
Fist fights every chance you get
Channel your anger on your opponent
Visuals fade to red
Forget what you did and what you said
Images of death linger in your head
Be the craziest on these streets
Is the goal that you set
Show no fear in fearful situations
Last guy to draw a gun you snatched it and chased him
Now you getting into home invasions
The last attempt owners were inside
Gun forced em face down
While your boys put the goods in the ride
The man of the house got ballsy so you shot him and felt you had to kill em all
Soon enough Cops gaffled all involved
You're boys quickly gave you up
Lessons learned these ain't the
Fools you can trust
Might be out of luck
Though you remain silent
Found guilty for this CRIME of violence
Life behind bars is what you face
Wondering if things coulda gone any other way
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
This youngster tries to earn a name
Wants to be a G
How long can he hang in these west coast streets?
How long can he hang?
Credits
Writer(s): Jessica Calderon, Pierre O'bryan Campbell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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