YUNG (feat. Lower Case)
I was yung when my dad strapped a rifle to me
He said this life is really hard, no one lives for free
I was paying big bills as a yungin' my g
I learned the hard way, you ain't got shit on me
Three backwoods deep listening to S.O.B
I love white girls but not as much as P.O.C
And my music just put me in a brand new league
I clutched a whole bag now I'm buying brand new things, Yeah
Tx on his shit like
Tx on this bitch like
Tx on his shit like
Tx on this bitch like
Yeah I wrote bitch down while I'm off a bean
And this trick trynna fuck on the whole damn team
She wanna get this, trynna stretch out like fitness
Coming down the chimney but it ain't like Christmas
I was selling dope way before I had a break through
Doc said take one, so I take two
Finish up the whole plate then I ate you
Smack that ass to hard, it's like I hate you
Life is short count every single blessing
Anything I want I manifest it
Only sibling not arrested
You ain't got shit on me
I was yung when my dad strapped a rifle to me
He said this life is really hard, no one lives for free
I was paying big bills as a yungin' my g
I learned the hard way, you ain't got shit on me
He said this life is really hard, no one lives for free
I was paying big bills as a yungin' my g
I learned the hard way, you ain't got shit on me
Three backwoods deep listening to S.O.B
I love white girls but not as much as P.O.C
And my music just put me in a brand new league
I clutched a whole bag now I'm buying brand new things, Yeah
Tx on his shit like
Tx on this bitch like
Tx on his shit like
Tx on this bitch like
Yeah I wrote bitch down while I'm off a bean
And this trick trynna fuck on the whole damn team
She wanna get this, trynna stretch out like fitness
Coming down the chimney but it ain't like Christmas
I was selling dope way before I had a break through
Doc said take one, so I take two
Finish up the whole plate then I ate you
Smack that ass to hard, it's like I hate you
Life is short count every single blessing
Anything I want I manifest it
Only sibling not arrested
You ain't got shit on me
I was yung when my dad strapped a rifle to me
He said this life is really hard, no one lives for free
I was paying big bills as a yungin' my g
I learned the hard way, you ain't got shit on me
Credits
Writer(s): Terren Cravens
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