paroles de chanson Young God - Young Drummer Boy

Aye.
Yo why the fuck they make me do this shit huh?...
They really wanna see how real it is over here huh?...
Aye
Listen why you make me do this?
Show you that I'm ruthless
Shooters on my team
Homie, please don't make me prove it
Came a long way from bein' broke
I ain't tryna go back
Told the lawyer and the judge, that I am a new man
Seen a lot of shit
You don't know what I know
They hatin' on me cuz they tryna go viral
I'm on a high note
That's another level
See I told you way before
She was smokin' with the Devil
Well you say I couldn't rap
And I really had to do that
Made my first mill
And make sure you suckas knew that
I'm a Young God
Man I prove that everyday
That's why I had to go and drop this fuckin' mixtape
Yea, I grew up in the backstreets
My young homies got that fat heat
Fifty fifty on the work
Fifty on the dash
Fifty fifty on the block
Fifty in the stash
Yea, I grew up in the backstreets
My young homies got that fat heat
Fifty fifty on the work
Fifty on the dash
Fifty fifty on the block
Fifty in the stash
Aye
Tell me why the fuck they hatin' on me?
I'm just tryna make some music they can bang on in the streets, huh
Let him live huh
Tryna feed my kid
If you grew up how I grew up you'll be on the same shit, huh
Hatin' on a gram have you feelin' like a man huh?
You don't want the beef
I don't think you understand huh?
Don't make me do this
Shooters where the roof is
They'll lay your ass down
Homie please don't make me prove it (BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!)
Young God, and I'm rappin' over 808 (808!)
I do what it takes, when it comes to get my money straight (True...)
I don't hesitate
I'll be on guard
And I'm here to show them muthafuckas I'm no rap god! Boi!
Yea, I grew up in the backstreets
My young homies got that fat heat
Fifty fifty on the work
Fifty on the dash
Fifty fifty on the block
Fifty in the stash
Yea, I grew up in the backstreets
My young homies got that fat heat
Fifty fifty on the work
Fifty on the dash
Fifty fifty on the block
Fifty is the stash:.