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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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