Young N***a (Freestyle)
Young nigga young nigga
Just keep on believing keep Keeping your head up
I know that you're tired I know That you're fed up yeah
You're fed up yeah
Aye
Niggas started moving funny so I had to switch lanes (Fake)
Motherfuckers stuntin' I be bag Huntin' yeah I got big range (Reach)
Get a lil money don't mean nun You know ain't shit change
You could be the most humble Nigga on earth niggas gone still Hate (Facts)
Lotta dark times whole lotta Crimes whole lotta pills ate (Pills)
Don wrote a lotta rhymes since I Was nine pussy I'm still great (Still)
Go hard for mines
Never dropped dimes
I'm bout my baby and my team (Baby)
Used to dream about them Dollars started with a dollar and A fuckin' dream
Had to bust up from them seams
They too worried bout being Seen
Came from the under ground
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Spent your whole life actin
Don't you think its time to cut Scene (Don't you)
Cause niggas round here barely Scrapping
Some of 'em rather hit you with a Beam (Yeah)
Young nigga no guidance (Naw)
Caught em lackin we was slidin (Yeah)
Off a that porch yea I swam in That deep end an I was head first When I dived in
Now I'm on another frequency And that be the reason we ain't Vibin' (For sho)
Spirits talking to me frequently
Bitch I'm wide open I ain't Hiding (Never)
Young nigga young nigga
Just keep on believing keep Keeping your head up
I know that you're tired I know That you're fed up yeah
You're fed up yeah
Aye
Just keep on believing keep Keeping your head up
I know that you're tired I know That you're fed up yeah
You're fed up yeah
Aye
Niggas started moving funny so I had to switch lanes (Fake)
Motherfuckers stuntin' I be bag Huntin' yeah I got big range (Reach)
Get a lil money don't mean nun You know ain't shit change
You could be the most humble Nigga on earth niggas gone still Hate (Facts)
Lotta dark times whole lotta Crimes whole lotta pills ate (Pills)
Don wrote a lotta rhymes since I Was nine pussy I'm still great (Still)
Go hard for mines
Never dropped dimes
I'm bout my baby and my team (Baby)
Used to dream about them Dollars started with a dollar and A fuckin' dream
Had to bust up from them seams
They too worried bout being Seen
Came from the under ground
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Spent your whole life actin
Don't you think its time to cut Scene (Don't you)
Cause niggas round here barely Scrapping
Some of 'em rather hit you with a Beam (Yeah)
Young nigga no guidance (Naw)
Caught em lackin we was slidin (Yeah)
Off a that porch yea I swam in That deep end an I was head first When I dived in
Now I'm on another frequency And that be the reason we ain't Vibin' (For sho)
Spirits talking to me frequently
Bitch I'm wide open I ain't Hiding (Never)
Young nigga young nigga
Just keep on believing keep Keeping your head up
I know that you're tired I know That you're fed up yeah
You're fed up yeah
Aye
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Writer(s): Cameron Saunders
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