Feat. Jeezy
What's up?
This for the young n***az
Wake up in the morning roll a blunt for a n***a bust a teen
while his face wanting more, laying back to the streets
money on this mind last night, he can even meet
Money on his mind he can't even sleep
Mama think that he can get me out of head
But if n***as all good, 'cause he got a couple bands
Bullet 21 so he steppin' the club
This to say the face wanna be a thug
Couple cup n***a this despite with the lean gas
Lose everything my young n***a everybody scream
Getting a little paper now the b**hes all on em
Getting a little paper now the b**hes all want em,
Might be a lot of things but he ain't no fool
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So I kept my young n***a work without his tool
Dirty in his problems, how my young n***a rocking
Sour for the deep and get this motherf**er profit
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Just do the robbers and the jackets, and the k**ers, and the dealers
Get the trappers n***as getting going scriller
But this is for my young n***az
This is for my young n***az
Now I got it for the hustlers and the busters and the gangstas and the clubbers
Hating a** n***as, gotta s** us,
But I guess this for my young n***az
Doing for my young n***az.
For my young n***az they post it on the block
For them young n***az stay move without their Glock
My young n***az stay rappin' for the hood
For them young n***az, I don't s** it no good
This is for my young n***a locked up for something he ain't did
But he really locked up for some crime he said
Put him on the case when he ain't really did nothing
But he gonna take it for the hood
He ain't a snitch, he like f** it,
We didn't pay it for the love, but the lawyer bullsh**
Cool with my n***a, all we can do is listen
Twenty years young, he don't wanna go to prison
15 to live, he like f** that sentence
And then I ain't even measure what I pay for the lawyer
Me and sidekick, we got played by the lawyer
With a life sentence he ain't get conjugal visits
Plus, the penis like a ... he reduces
f** it he thuggin'
All these want some b**hes and some money
He can eat lunch with
From day one n***a he just wanna keep in touch with
But remember he ain't even do nothing
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No one haze by the block, stay by glock
Runnin out, big homies got in workin on the clock
Wax in the sack game balls in the spot
All he want is a bad b**hes sign him off the lot
My young n***a, he remind me of me
We ain't up and copin' tryin to come up on the key
In the club thuggin' going hard for the streets
Selling soft 'cause them jaze little hard on this feet
Yeah yeah, just a young n***a post it on the block
Truly in his pants who getting pop with it
He from the same hood as me we like block brothers
Stash pistols and then d**, we see the cops coming
Ain't really got a fam, he like f** living
But if he got problems, homies gonna thug with him
Just beating murder case feeling the touch
For my young n***az, don't let nobody f** with you
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