Top Songs By Avenue Youngin'
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaleen Johnson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Youngin
Avenue Bidness, they know we "Back In Bidness"
We done came a long way and we going the strong way
Sittin in that dorm got me watchin "Young And The Restless"
Remind of my grandma, thinking bout her I cant rest yet
They want know who supplying the pressure cant confess that
Turn up the pressure you might melt
They know Youngin, he been solid
Crazy sittin up in a dorm and you aint never been to college
Go to sleep round criminals, drug dealers and some robbers
Some these niggas prolly lost they life just cause of bodies
Im just thinkin bout my mama
Life feel like a movie, I get tired of all this drama
This shit aint sweet its like a desert when nobody round you
When you stuck up in that can, its like you lost and they cant find ya
I got demons all round me
Too ahead for you to catch up
No condiments, I know you musta heard that I was next up
12 Tryna hit me with them fake charges
They cant catch us
They know we keep them Tecs dont need them bitches to protect us
Tryna take my team to IceBox and tell Rafi to "Patek Us"
We living young and reckless
Sittin in the dorm, got me watchin "Young and The Restless"
Remind of my grandma, thinkin bout her i cant rest yet
They want to know who supplying the pressure, cant confess that
All my real niggas feel that
They could put me behind bars, I bet the world know that im still that
Loyalty some shit they gotta give, you cant steal that
Be loyal to the loyal, in my head I had instilled that
Pockets fulla big racks
Raised up in the jungle, I got scars and I cant heal that
Tell em fore they try to sell a dream, ion wanna hear that
The shit im talkin deeper than rap, I really live that
I gave em too much love, I only wanted a lil back
I ride round with that roid, you know I gotta conceal that
I took a trip to Cali and got some yea just to send back
Im workin smarter these days, I run it up and sit back
My youngin really wildin, tryna put sum in a shitbag
Turn up the pressure you might melt
They know Youngin, he been solid
Crazy sittin up in a dorm and you aint never been to college
Go to sleep round criminals, drug dealers and some robbers
Some these niggas prolly lost they life just cause of bodies
Im just thinkin bout my mama
Life feel like a movie, I get tired of all this drama
This shit aint sweet its like a desert when nobody round you
When you stuck up in that can, its like you lost and they cant find ya
I got demons all round me
Too ahead for you to catch up
No condiments, I know you musta heard that I was next up
12 Tryna hit me with them fake charges
They cant catch us
They know we keep them Tecs dont need them bitches to protect us
Tryna take my team straight to Rafi tell that nigga to "Patek Us"
Still up in these streets and im so tired of these bitches tryna arrest us
Writer(s): Jaleen Johnson
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