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YOUNGEST CHILD Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Övë
Length: 3:29
Written by: Christopher Ventura




Chris Övë - YOUNGEST CHILD Lyrics
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Everybody pointing on me now
They throwing me the mic cause all my brothers did it too
They calling me the wave
I'm tryna' be the screw
I'm tryna' be the one that's gonna shut up all the fools
I know how many rappers out here tryna' make the hits
Young and coming up but helping niggas dig a pit
I know that I'm a youngin' but I ain't talkin' 'bout thuggin'
And I'm tryna help my people but these niggas on my dick
I gotta hit em different and I gotta use my wits
Cause everybody looking at me, clownin' on my shit
The niggas to my back is making shit that sound the same
And then they groupin' all us up and stereotyping on my age
It's an epidemic and I'm workin' on the cure
I ain't gon' be that cat that bring my niggas down fo' sure
Won't be different from the trappin', won't be different from no scammin'
If I'm filling up my pockets from that shit that's hot, fo' sure
Cause what good is all the bread if all my niggas livin' broke
And what good is first class if all my niggas cant sit?
Big brother Cole said "what good did you do, if you left the crown for the kids full of hate?"
And now I'm on a mission to make sure that they gon' listen
Ima' make 'em contemplate the shit that has 'em fake
Ima' make it bang, finna hit a gang bang
On the shit that got 'em banging they gon' treat me like a man, nigga
Everybody name is lil', nigga
But Ima' show 'em I ain't lil', nigga
And I ain't poppin' no pills, I ain't going downhill, still climbing out hell, nigga
I wish that they could say the same, nigga
But I ain't here to throw shots at a nigga
Trust that I'm gon' be the same, won't be petty cappin' names, cause my shit aint really hittin bigga'
Bang bang go the bullets
Thank 'Pac to fullest
Whoop whoop is a gang
Both sides overhang
Everybody wanna slang
'Till a nigga drop dead
Ain't nobody tryna' hustle like my brother Nip did
Cha-ching go my check
Blowing money not a check
I don't got it on deck
But I ain't wreckin' my own neck
Everybody want a gucci
Got 'em spending money loosely
Ima' be the youngest suited, truly
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't
Everybody pointing on me now
They throwing me the mic cause all my brothers did it too
They calling me the wave
I'm tryna' be the screw
I'm tryna' be the one that's gonna shut up all the fools
I know how many rappers out here tryna' make the hits
Young and coming up but helping niggas dig a pit
I know that I'm a youngin' but I ain't talkin' 'bout thuggin'
And I'm tryna' help my people but these niggas on my dick
Everybody wanna talk
I don't give a single f*ck
Ima' show 'em what it do
Ima' shut up the fools
I'm the youngest in the game
Representin' for the name
I talk different from the lames
But we ain't movin' all the same
Some of us we talkin' sane
Some of us we talk insane
Everybody wanna talk
I don't give a single f*ck
Ima' show 'em what it do
Ima' shut up the fools
I'm the youngest in the game
Representin' for the name
I talk different from the lames
But we ain't movin' all the same
Some of us we talkin' sane
Some of us we talk insane
Everybody wanna hear them talk insane, glorifying niggas setting up to shame
I could barely blame, but I'm hoping niggas change
And I'm hoping they could see the bigger picture they paint
I might be the youngest child, but I ain't the last child
Ima' prove it to the game and help my niggas in pain
Help my niggas in pain, that's the aim, know 'I'm saying?
Ima' cock back, aim, let the cock suckers hate
No offense to my gays, I'm just talkin' 'bout the game
Ima' set it in flames make it rain till' it's great
You can call me Bruce Wayne like I'm coming after Bane
Try to shoot it on my name, I won't need an AK, nigga
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't
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Everybody pointing on me now
They throwing me the mic cause all my brothers did it too
They calling me the wave
I'm tryna' be the screw
I'm tryna' be the one that's gonna shut up all the fools
I know how many rappers out here tryna' make the hits
Young and coming up but helping niggas dig a pit
I know that I'm a youngin' but I ain't talkin' 'bout thuggin'
And I'm tryna help my people but these niggas on my dick
I gotta hit em different and I gotta use my wits
Cause everybody looking at me, clownin' on my shit
The niggas to my back is making shit that sound the same
And then they groupin' all us up and stereotyping on my age
It's an epidemic and I'm workin' on the cure
I ain't gon' be that cat that bring my niggas down fo' sure
Won't be different from the trappin', won't be different from no scammin'
If I'm filling up my pockets from that shit that's hot, fo' sure
Cause what good is all the bread if all my niggas livin' broke
And what good is first class if all my niggas cant sit?
Big brother Cole said "what good did you do, if you left the crown for the kids full of hate?"
And now I'm on a mission to make sure that they gon' listen
Ima' make 'em contemplate the shit that has 'em fake
Ima' make it bang, finna hit a gang bang
On the shit that got 'em banging they gon' treat me like a man, nigga
Everybody name is lil', nigga
But Ima' show 'em I ain't lil', nigga
And I ain't poppin' no pills, I ain't going downhill, still climbing out hell, nigga
I wish that they could say the same, nigga
But I ain't here to throw shots at a nigga
Trust that I'm gon' be the same, won't be petty cappin' names, cause my shit aint really hittin bigga'
Bang bang go the bullets
Thank 'Pac to fullest
Whoop whoop is a gang
Both sides overhang
Everybody wanna slang
'Till a nigga drop dead
Ain't nobody tryna' hustle like my brother Nip did
Cha-ching go my check
Blowing money not a check
I don't got it on deck
But I ain't wreckin' my own neck
Everybody want a gucci
Got 'em spending money loosely
Ima' be the youngest suited, truly
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't
Everybody pointing on me now
They throwing me the mic cause all my brothers did it too
They calling me the wave
I'm tryna' be the screw
I'm tryna' be the one that's gonna shut up all the fools
I know how many rappers out here tryna' make the hits
Young and coming up but helping niggas dig a pit
I know that I'm a youngin' but I ain't talkin' 'bout thuggin'
And I'm tryna' help my people but these niggas on my dick
Everybody wanna talk
I don't give a single f*ck
Ima' show 'em what it do
Ima' shut up the fools
I'm the youngest in the game
Representin' for the name
I talk different from the lames
But we ain't movin' all the same
Some of us we talkin' sane
Some of us we talk insane
Everybody wanna talk
I don't give a single f*ck
Ima' show 'em what it do
Ima' shut up the fools
I'm the youngest in the game
Representin' for the name
I talk different from the lames
But we ain't movin' all the same
Some of us we talkin' sane
Some of us we talk insane
Everybody wanna hear them talk insane, glorifying niggas setting up to shame
I could barely blame, but I'm hoping niggas change
And I'm hoping they could see the bigger picture they paint
I might be the youngest child, but I ain't the last child
Ima' prove it to the game and help my niggas in pain
Help my niggas in pain, that's the aim, know 'I'm saying?
Ima' cock back, aim, let the cock suckers hate
No offense to my gays, I'm just talkin' 'bout the game
Ima' set it in flames make it rain till' it's great
You can call me Bruce Wayne like I'm coming after Bane
Try to shoot it on my name, I won't need an AK, nigga
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't
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