Song | P2 |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Numbers |
We was kids when we first met, | |
I can’t forget | |
When we met, | |
I took a breath, | |
I recollect we took a step | |
Together, unison, | |
I was a bad boy, a hooligan | |
Now Junior went, | |
I’m full of sin | |
Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent ‘ | |
Bout deliberate relations ‘cause she know a nigga ignorant | |
Like bull’s eye, | |
I grew with the wind | |
And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened | |
Just friends or belligerent enemies sending false | |
Energy to belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree | |
Life’s a bitch in the seventies, to the | |
Third degree and | |
I ain’t got a job, but shit it works for me | |
She love the fact that | |
I live driving on the edge | |
Purposely, money ain’t for degree, but it’s worth a | |
C I go blind for that little light of mine | |
Keep it cited, ma, and | |
I’m a let it shine [Hook: Hodgy Beats] | |
Even though we have our own | |
Problems and differences | |
I still fuck | |
With you Even though we had our own | |
Fallouts, we pitchin’ fits | |
I still fuck | |
With you [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] | |
I was never a motherfucker to want beef | |
Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets | |
Yeah, I sold drugs. | |
Nigga, what heat? | |
Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets, | |
I’m a go-getter | |
Never jealous of a nigga, gotta stack my money | |
Steal another nigga figures | |
I don’t need a fucking chain, bitch | |
I’m here to gain that | |
Bitch, I need fucking ring, where [?] at? | |
We all call this here a game cause we in it for the same | |
In it for the funds, throw a little buns | |
Listen to the [?] smoke inside your lungs | |
Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tounges | |
Have a little offspring, | |
NBA wouldn’t support it | |
Known if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted | |
Work now play now a nigga runnin’ offense | |
Bitch, I’m in | |
Miami and | |
I’m swimming with the | |
Dolphins [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] | |
I don't like going sober to the hospital | |
Shit only make me nauseous, | |
I'm not with it | |
So I'm out front parked in a car with a | |
Few of my niggas hard getting foggy, yeah | |
Last year, | |
I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was | |
So now I'm often buzzed in the apartment bummin' | |
Looking for new chords and a larger | |
Nugget I’m the stars above me when | |
I spark and tug this | |
Far from hard, but | |
I’m a snarl in public | |
Cause we large in numbers, | |
Trash Wang | |
Wolf Gang, we the clique, not a stain on me, ho | |
Not a fray in a knit, in the car with the work | |
Now, real nigga quiet while the talking occurs | |
Feel like | |
I’m flying when | |
I’m off from the herb | |
Fuck ‘em all, let the army disperse | |
Know the swamp lay ‘em all in the dirt | |
Had to stop, re-assess some agendas | |
Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic | |
Maybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen | |
We the best, period, the end of the sentence | |
Roughneck putting paws to the pavement | |
Lane switch, | |
I’m a blow haze ‘till | |
I can’t think | |
Shrink told me | |
I should learn how to pace this | |
Big homie told me, “ | |
Nah, nigga, take this.” | |
Shots 'till my damn liver hates me | |
Momma saying that she knowing that | |
I need help | |
Nah, on the highway to | |
Hades with my | |
Motherfuckin’ seatbelt off |
We was kids when we first met, | |
I can' t forget | |
When we met, | |
I took a breath, | |
I recollect we took a step | |
Together, unison, | |
I was a bad boy, a hooligan | |
Now Junior went, | |
I' m full of sin | |
Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent ' | |
Bout deliberate relations ' cause she know a nigga ignorant | |
Like bull' s eye, | |
I grew with the wind | |
And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened | |
Just friends or belligerent enemies sending false | |
Energy to belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree | |
Life' s a bitch in the seventies, to the | |
Third degree and | |
I ain' t got a job, but shit it works for me | |
She love the fact that | |
I live driving on the edge | |
Purposely, money ain' t for degree, but it' s worth a | |
C I go blind for that little light of mine | |
Keep it cited, ma, and | |
I' m a let it shine Hook: Hodgy Beats | |
Even though we have our own | |
Problems and differences | |
I still fuck | |
With you Even though we had our own | |
Fallouts, we pitchin' fits | |
I still fuck | |
With you Verse 2: Hodgy Beats | |
I was never a motherfucker to want beef | |
Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets | |
Yeah, I sold drugs. | |
Nigga, what heat? | |
Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets, | |
I' m a gogetter | |
Never jealous of a nigga, gotta stack my money | |
Steal another nigga figures | |
I don' t need a fucking chain, bitch | |
I' m here to gain that | |
Bitch, I need fucking ring, where ? at? | |
We all call this here a game cause we in it for the same | |
In it for the funds, throw a little buns | |
Listen to the ? smoke inside your lungs | |
Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tounges | |
Have a little offspring, | |
NBA wouldn' t support it | |
Known if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted | |
Work now play now a nigga runnin' offense | |
Bitch, I' m in | |
Miami and | |
I' m swimming with the | |
Dolphins Hook x2 Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt | |
I don' t like going sober to the hospital | |
Shit only make me nauseous, | |
I' m not with it | |
So I' m out front parked in a car with a | |
Few of my niggas hard getting foggy, yeah | |
Last year, | |
I ain' t know what the cost of a coffin was | |
So now I' m often buzzed in the apartment bummin' | |
Looking for new chords and a larger | |
Nugget I' m the stars above me when | |
I spark and tug this | |
Far from hard, but | |
I' m a snarl in public | |
Cause we large in numbers, | |
Trash Wang | |
Wolf Gang, we the clique, not a stain on me, ho | |
Not a fray in a knit, in the car with the work | |
Now, real nigga quiet while the talking occurs | |
Feel like | |
I' m flying when | |
I' m off from the herb | |
Fuck ' em all, let the army disperse | |
Know the swamp lay ' em all in the dirt | |
Had to stop, reassess some agendas | |
Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic | |
Maybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen | |
We the best, period, the end of the sentence | |
Roughneck putting paws to the pavement | |
Lane switch, | |
I' m a blow haze ' till | |
I can' t think | |
Shrink told me | |
I should learn how to pace this | |
Big homie told me, " | |
Nah, nigga, take this." | |
Shots ' till my damn liver hates me | |
Momma saying that she knowing that | |
I need help | |
Nah, on the highway to | |
Hades with my | |
Motherfuckin' seatbelt off |