Doughboyz Cashout - My Young n***az lyrics

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 sponsored links 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]