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Jim Jones
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Young 'N' Thuggin (feat. TravMBB & Philthy Rich)
Only still niggas gonna relate to that
Real shit, real shit, real shit
[Hook：]
I go full of struggle daddy where's my mother?
Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
You got missed the warm and niggas that's my brothers
Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
Before a nigga snitch I would rather suffer
Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
I can't love the hoe, I can't be no coffin
Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
Was it the only kid, I was the oldest kid, I never had a bro
No daddy home, he was never there because I had my mother
And we had the gutter, playin' games hot pees and butter
We played no games and it was okay for drop beans butter (see that?)
Inside need the butter, no jelly dope (not at all)
And we was making bread of selling blow,
I mean a cold day before I help a hoe, PR shit
I'm a product of what product does
When you're making money over lot of drugs
When you sending it that's a lot of slut
So Lord help us, (pray for us) 'cause we [?]kid (fuck that)
'Cause when we go wrong I mean wants to blame for what Americas did (fuck that)
I tried to acknowledge (fuck that), no politics
From my position my politicians back holla tips.
[Hook]
Gotta feelin' like old dog, no talkin' we true shit
Got to let it in the kay right now, ny nigga we comin' we true shit
Young nigga we ruthless, bust the guns is my campaign
Get your matter for the same price champagne,
Oh man, young nigga gotta do it to a grown man
Crib it to a nigga win it like a grown man
Four four, crib get the same ya'll
My niggas get the problem like a pitbulll
Phone call kill a nigga more croon,
Hurse had it in, put it in the winter
Yeah, money it feel my mind
My nigga I've been on my grind
My niggas they're coming they test me your ass like you was just fine
[Hook]
I say a [?]when I met pops I was a grown man when I met pops
Streets taught a nigga everything, no father figure no steps pops
[?]when I jumped off, when I'm talking 'bout that post thing
Nowadays they still the keys coking
We riding round that post thing
My old man was a dead beater
He used to whip the coke with the [?]beat
Tried off in that tougher [?]two hands on and let it hit the L
He's older some but I ain't the jillian
He gave us a name for my little brother
Mom's had for other kids, wasn't roll mile to my little brothers
He wears fifty for the mick J's, 500 for that mic kay
He won't charge nothing for the new kays
Been locked up for the pistol,
Been locked up for the cocaine
Still screaming up fuck the other side
Big L on my big chain
Just feel me.
[Hook]
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