Madizm - Youth In Revolt lyrics

Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot For the glory of flexin these young n***as they shoot,Lord x3 Gimme the loot, gimme the loot uh gimme the loot Product of my environment Where you only trusting the things you get your iron with My n***as carry these 9 nines But that's for each one of you p**y n***as 9 lives Never fold never fold Was the memo Got yo b**h in crescendo I'm just tryna see ten fold Before a n***a eyes close I'd go to any length for them c-notes All that Robert de Nero They'll never call me a zero I'm just tryna get my rocks off Topped off Tell them hoes take them drawers off before I fall off Cause I'm from the city a crooks We just tryna reach the castle But we all got our ha**les I ain't even flip my ta**le My mama said get a job But mama I got these dreams But she'll never see the vision until see that green sh** But f** it we never trippin though Tryna get these decimals n***as flip like reciprocals Tryna uphold a image But my parents feel like it's minimal But they never get the point So I'm just chillin with this pinnacle Till a n***a get brave One day I'm gonna get paid I knew I was the man since the f**ing 5th grade Look in my eyes I bet you see your demise And in your absence My presence has been a present Eric sermon till you Vermin n***as get the message Immaculate taste up In this place Young n***a tuck yo necklace These n***as reckless They checkin for the respect They at yo neck As I digress John Lennon In foreign linen Goddamn theses n***as pressed I'm just tryna become the subject They told me shoot for the stars so at yo neck I'm never bussin I'm never bussin like Westside n***as ain't nothing to f** with Immaculate taste ain't nothing to f** with Cloud vision n***as ain't nothing to f** with This that who at your front door n***a grab yo gun sh** Back to the topic Well I actually forgot it Money cars clothes and hoes All my favorite vices But it life's When these n***as hand you lemons We never tripping We just drop it in the lean And say f** it and keep sippin I'm tryna get it.. This 9 to 5 won't do Young n***a with no clue By any means necessary dodging them boys in blue, whew! Lord Just tell me I ain't wrong Dreams of makin money meetin honeys off these songs Cause a milli was the goal/ I'm plottin up on a rolly contemplate selling my soul Cause it's harder to get ahead then to get some head And it easier to reach the Feds then to get a medic Play it cool my n***a just keep it copastetic Cause you dealing with a mastermind Mindful of the masters time Watch me do it in half time f** my brothers and my sisters It's only me and my n***as Remember the things said to me My family think the less of me But I got the recipe To make these n***a rest in peace So it's a k**ing.. All these Women and children Till we just see these millions That's word to my n***a smooth Cause it's like that Fam got my back But got me thinking were the knife at Going full throttle Like damn Where is ya life at I got something something to prove motherf**er You got something to lose motherf**er I'm that rose that still grew motherf**er So I'mma always stay bussin' f**ing the world raw no stoping These kids from coming.. And you know my n***as they love it, I know! For the n***as who said I wouldn't make it Now I'm dumpin out the roof doodoodoo You turned me cold Now bless yo soul n***a Immaculate taste n***as now put yo dubs up Cloud vision n***as please put your dubs up Now if you from the Westside put yo dubs up The b**hes see I'm destined so they seem to love us Like Westside n***as ain't nothing to f** with Cloud vision n***as ain't nothing to f** with This that who at you front door n***a grab your gun sh** Yo, that n***a grab your gun sh** You n***as run quick