Young Niggas

Niggas got me fucked up
I ain't even fucked up
Came to get my bucks up
Meanwhile you outchea doing all that but stuff
Looking like a busta
Do what you do
Nigga I ain't here to judge ya
Walking in the bank like I own it
With a fresh stench of marijuana
Alcohol sitting in my stomach
From the night that I just had
Bitch I'm high off life
Like I got jet lag
Man you get to close better step back
Before you get hit with the left jab
Hop inside the Beamer
Premium I got the best gas
Niggas laughing at me
But I bet I get the last laugh
Pussy ass rappers
They ain't saying nothing
They go mute on the track
Its like I'm Jordan and Scottie
The way I win back to back

It's like they dragging they race
But I ain't racing to drag
Bitch I'm racing to win
That's why I'm gone wind
Young nigga just came to kill the competition
Lethal with this pen girl this killer composition
Came to clean the game up
Like mama told me wash the dishes
Had to hit my niggas up
I'm like Kyrie how I dish's it
We ain't have no pot to piss in
Only thing was hopeful wishing
I be running up them digits
Never running after bitches
Cause these hoes gon be hoes
Deliver these flows just like its Christmas
(Santas home baby)
Got a hole in my heart
And I'm looking for substance to fill it

I said young niggas
Yeah I just came to kill the competition
Lethal with this pen this killer composition
Still tryna make thru the system
I said young niggas
Yeah I just came to kill the competition

I gotta make sure that yall heard me right
Remy in my system
You might get the bird tonight
That's fuck you good
And fly you off into the early night
Beamed up by My spaced out pearly whites
I'm Back seat in a Lexus
And I'm rollin up (Gas)

Shawty hit me on the text
Pull up, bet, sho enough (Fast)
Say that she's in town
But really for the weekend
So she say that she's down
For whatever, a lil freakin

I'm fuckin witcha
Hit up Mr. Stratum
He on that 561 shit
Call a blitz on my play
But in the end I run shit
3 albums in
I can tell you things
Bout people you run with

I can see a fling, a flame, a spark
And all the sum of it
Ran ya tape by my dawgs
They didn't wanna hear none of it
Sloppy on the drop
Like a nigga done bunted it
Niggas givin favors

Like a nigga done fronted it
Would've asked for the help if I really did wanted it
Bout to be like
3 doors down
From your favorite artist
That's all hits
Never been a better time To call quits
Cuz an Eye for an eye make the world go blind

But hit me with the shade
I'll see to it you don't shine
And that's the beat nigga
Now go and slide up out ya seat nigga
And when you see stratum and talien gang
On the beat
That's the heat nigga
Like south Florida's finest
Too late to sign this
I take the fruit of of my labor
And repackage it like wine it's Like
Right now
Really I'm just serfin in the fields
But at this rate
Y'all finna to be addressin me as ya highness

I said young niggas
Yeah I just came to kill the competition
Lethal with this pen this killer composition
I said young niggas