J.R. Writer - YOUNGIN lyrics

rate me

Since I was a youngin and I would get it upon us

Lord up in the lobby till they hit me with the Simons

wrip it for the cunnin and I'm stick up sower heartin

and I ain't tryin to hear nothing, they gonna give a nigga something

ride her in the time everybody had an nor face

I ain't have an nor face so I call the court case

mother fucker court day looking to the ball face

you gonna see real, damn punch your cornflakes

talk kay, ya'll lay,

getting to the G's, I was sling and so much D

that they kick us out to P's

real shit nigga I'm a different kind of brick

still sick listen it's a..bull disease, please

hey I used to keep em high to the point they see the sky

that's before the senders me, seat me at the DFW

light work had my green, know I let them haters rise

I don't wanna have to turn the prime seen us see inside

I remember beautifully, cutting was a new to me

had it to a cookie party, ducky from the true sea

true-fully I ain't give a damn, damn of all the..me

I'm going had in hand like they grand to me immunity

true and D, musically I prove to leave abuse to be

you can see and due to G, I'm who you never used to be

never kid and touch with crack

and tell your mother that I used to kill niggas way before they ever was a smack

hot jay mills T Racks Charlie clips

want it here is hard as this, you gonna need a larger fis

I'm a harlem go, plus I fuck I'm broke,

all your lies washed up you should just call em boss and soul

all they know I'm dope with mine,

I'll make your own and whine

and put so much in work in,

you think you're paying over time

it's over climb they no sick it's the spit up

better do your history and you'll be history nigga