Pi'erre Bourne - YNS lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, young ni**a Ayy, young ni**a, ayy, young ni**a Yeah, yeah, yeah, young ni**a Ayy, young ni**a, ayy, young ni**a Yeah, got big dreams, yeah, on the big screen Ayy, I was sixteen, yeah, in the strip club Yeah, no ID, yeah, VIP Yeah, with the killers, yeah, free Mont G [Verse 1] Damn, I miss Jay P, yeah, free JJ, yeah Free Jacques, ni**a caught a body at fifteen Watch that ni**a, he gon' cross you like Zorro b*tch, I'm on Houston, but I'm in SoHo I'm getting bands like I went solo He blew his advance and now he goin' broke Interscope, yeah, like Eminem, 50 Cent, and Kendrick You know I rock no suit and tie but, yeah, I'm 'bout my business Smokin' a half to waste somе time, but we don't do division That's So Raven with thе grind, you know I got these visions [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, young ni**a Ayy, young ni**a, ayy, young ni**a (We don't do division) Yeah, yeah, yeah, young ni**a (We don't do division) Ayy, young ni**a, ayy, young ni**a Yeah, got big dreams, yeah, on the big screen Ayy, I was sixteen, yeah, in the strip club Yeah, no ID, yeah, VIP Yeah, with the killers, yeah, free Mont G [Verse 2] All these wounds, ni**a feel my pain No more zaza, we smoke pain I was so broke, felt so ashamed ni**a talk sh*t, yeah, my tool in the safe $5K fits, Sossboy getting paid I was in Europe, threw the boy off stage It's all love, he just wan' be gang Rappers be fans too, copy my plans too All in their head just like some shampoo Rollin' up trees, I got the bamboo Fly to Belize, you fly to Cancun This all me, you like a sample I got the sauce, tomato, yeah, Campbell ni**as be hating on me and got canceled She grabbin' on my sh*t like a handle 'Member I fu*ked that b*tch in the bando [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, young ni**a Ayy, young ni**a, ayy, young ni**a Yeah, yeah, yeah, young ni**a Ayy, young ni**a, ayy, young ni**a Yeah, got big dreams, yeah, on the big screen Ayy, I was sixteen, yeah, in the strip club Yeah, no ID, yeah, VIP Yeah, with the killers, yeah, free Mont G [Verse 3] Got something up my sleeves Chip on my shoulder, it's not yo' cheese I flew my cousin to Cali, ni**a been in the trap all week I'm tryna get him out the streets He ain't gotta sell no more bags, on me I thank the Lord every day, I'm blessed to take care all my needs I smoke me one to the face every day, tryna find my peace I seen Tay-K in jail, I heard he look up to me I pray I never fail, I love when b*tches be su*kin' me I'm hearing voices every day, I wonder if it's my boy Jay P [Chorus] Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), young ni**a (Yeah) Ayy (Yeah), young ni**a (Yeah), ayy (Yeah), young ni**a (Young ni**a sh*t) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (This some young ni**a sh*t), yeah (Yeah), young ni**a (This some young ni**a sh*t) Ayy (Yeah), young ni**a (Ooh, young ni**a sh*t), ayy, young ni**a Yeah, got big dreams (Ooh), yeah, on the big screen (Big screen) Ayy, I was sixteen (Sixteen), yeah, in the strip club Yeah, no ID, yeah, VIP Yeah, with the killers, yeah, free Mont G [Outro] Don't forget, never give them the upper hand, you know what I'm sayin'? That's the word Walk, walk, she walked out, walked off on me Walk, walk, she walked out, walked off on me, ha, ha Gyal, the agony [?]