Young Jezzy nigga trap or die
Them niggas ain't shooting for the sky
Them lil niggas shooting till you die
Another victim of a homicide
It's kids playing where that body lyes
The black top is a red top
I heard he hit him with a head shot
(Bow Bow) and he feel out
But this ain't back in the day
Young niggas strapped in the A
Young niggas trafficking yay
Young niggas moving them P's
Young niggas swiping CC's
I had to run up a check
I had to come up & flex
I had to flood the petek
I had to learn to finesse
I had to earn some respect
I was sleeping on my momma couch
Rats & roaches at my momma house
I was trappin had to grind it out
Hoping that she wouldn't find it out
When she at work I had to time it out
Did it all without a farther hand
Young nigga turned to a man
Only real niggas understand
I had to get me a bends
So I had to get me a bin
A young niggas swiping for M's
Bank account or a check cash
Now I'm working on my next stash
Now they asking how my neck glass
Now they wonder how I swept past (Talk)
F*ck waiting on the next nigga you better get off yo ass and go get you some money
Real bosses got it planned out
Ain't no mothaf*ckin hand outs
Stand up niggas stand out
Everybody got they bands out
They can never say we ran out
I just wanna help the fam out
I just wanna pull the lamb out
F*ck noodles eat lamb now
4 quarters at the four seasons
Been ballin like 4 seasons
Dinner table and we all eating
Can't give a f*ck bought a bitch
Long as we all getting rich
How long we been hitting licks
How long we been in this shit
Nigga don't never forget
Been in this shit since a jit
Now we got all this shit lit
Now all the paper legit
Yeah
I treat my bro like my brother
We always gone f*ck with each other
Real niggas straight from the gutter
J Young MDK - Gospel Lyrics
J Young MDK - Gospel Lyrics
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Young Jezzy nigga trap or die
Them niggas ain't shooting for the sky
Them lil niggas shooting till you die
Another victim of a homicide
It's kids playing where that body lyes
The black top is a red top
I heard he hit him with a head shot
(Bow Bow) and he feel out
But this ain't back in the day
Young niggas strapped in the A
Young niggas trafficking yay
Young niggas moving them P's
Young niggas swiping CC's
I had to run up a check
I had to come up & flex
I had to flood the petek
I had to learn to finesse
I had to earn some respect
I was sleeping on my momma couch
Rats & roaches at my momma house
I was trappin had to grind it out
Hoping that she wouldn't find it out
When she at work I had to time it out
Did it all without a farther hand
Young nigga turned to a man
Only real niggas understand
I had to get me a bends
So I had to get me a bin
A young niggas swiping for M's
Bank account or a check cash
Now I'm working on my next stash
Now they asking how my neck glass
Now they wonder how I swept past (Talk)
F*ck waiting on the next nigga you better get off yo ass and go get you some money
Real bosses got it planned out
Ain't no mothaf*ckin hand outs
Stand up niggas stand out
Everybody got they bands out
They can never say we ran out
I just wanna help the fam out
I just wanna pull the lamb out
F*ck noodles eat lamb now
4 quarters at the four seasons
Been ballin like 4 seasons
Dinner table and we all eating
Can't give a f*ck bought a bitch
Long as we all getting rich
How long we been hitting licks
How long we been in this shit
Nigga don't never forget
Been in this shit since a jit
Now we got all this shit lit
Now all the paper legit
Yeah
I treat my bro like my brother
We always gone f*ck with each other
Real niggas straight from the gutter
Them niggas ain't shooting for the sky
Them lil niggas shooting till you die
Another victim of a homicide
It's kids playing where that body lyes
The black top is a red top
I heard he hit him with a head shot
(Bow Bow) and he feel out
But this ain't back in the day
Young niggas strapped in the A
Young niggas trafficking yay
Young niggas moving them P's
Young niggas swiping CC's
I had to run up a check
I had to come up & flex
I had to flood the petek
I had to learn to finesse
I had to earn some respect
I was sleeping on my momma couch
Rats & roaches at my momma house
I was trappin had to grind it out
Hoping that she wouldn't find it out
When she at work I had to time it out
Did it all without a farther hand
Young nigga turned to a man
Only real niggas understand
I had to get me a bends
So I had to get me a bin
A young niggas swiping for M's
Bank account or a check cash
Now I'm working on my next stash
Now they asking how my neck glass
Now they wonder how I swept past (Talk)
F*ck waiting on the next nigga you better get off yo ass and go get you some money
Real bosses got it planned out
Ain't no mothaf*ckin hand outs
Stand up niggas stand out
Everybody got they bands out
They can never say we ran out
I just wanna help the fam out
I just wanna pull the lamb out
F*ck noodles eat lamb now
4 quarters at the four seasons
Been ballin like 4 seasons
Dinner table and we all eating
Can't give a f*ck bought a bitch
Long as we all getting rich
How long we been hitting licks
How long we been in this shit
Nigga don't never forget
Been in this shit since a jit
Now we got all this shit lit
Now all the paper legit
Yeah
I treat my bro like my brother
We always gone f*ck with each other
Real niggas straight from the gutter
Writer: Jermaine Carter
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