Текст песни Adam Clayton's Youth - Josh Marks

Wanna lose my shit, split a wig, and just act out, nigga
Turn my whole dorm to a trap house, nigga
Game is cat-mouse, don't worry bout who finna get ya
Rat mouth spitters hit for a couple figures
Westside raised a misfit of a winner (Westside)
Don't you leave your door unlocked, cause I ain't gon knock
Been hungry since '08,
'09, lived in home destined to break
Used the pen to escape, cause if not
I would a put my hood in the trunk
Overrun your block
(Yock yock, yock)
Sound like a parade, way it drum, but I ain't march with them
Pour a glass for the man I've become
I'm in my 20s, son, that's a shot on me
You can't tell me anything,
I'm used to a foul mouth, and how whisky sting
You could miss me with that talk of doubt
Got some timbs for a runny mouth
Got some wins for my squad, when the hard work works out against the odds
Know I'm talking bout
Perseverance when you close to E
I️ put all my hope in me
GOAT what I'm 'sposed to be
Preach

Forever young
Immortality through my window
My clock don't run
My sun gon glow

Scared paper don't make no paper
If I ever go broke, eye through the scope of laser
My respect is due, boy, don't you play with me
This lane is built for one, can't race with me
Things a lil different but I'm still the same nigga from block, homie
You still get rocked, homie
You get dealt with quick like a shot, homie
In the gang you don't fit, we are not homies
Harlem pride on me since my adolescence
It was me, Tay Nasty, JB, BC, Kenny, Kevin, spitting after school instead of stressing
Growing up, you come to learn a lesson
You don't quit on dreams
Not when that's all you got like you put your luck in the slots
You pull the lever and pray that them coins drop
I'll rather work for my jackpot
I wanna drive down seventh with the tits showing
Whip appealing, ain't a roof on it
You cant be humble when you this flossy
Need my team eating, need my family cozy
Need a trophy case, need a couple 40s
Need the key to immortality
If I promise one thing, you ain't finna take this moment from me
Preach

In this heat don't doubt I own the hour
A war born flower
In this heat don't doubt I own the hour
A war born flower

I know bout the light
I know bout the dark
I know bout the plight
I know bout the way love's a double edged sword and the blades are too sharp for a poke
I know bout the way that government huntin' my folks
I know the way hunnid racks will provoke one to turn their backs on they goals like they was playing the post
I know the moon when the stars don't align
I know the moon when you giving a vibe
That let me know you won't be good on this side
I know the hood and the books and the weight
I know the truth about how to escape
I know the answers unfold when I wake
I know the reaper could wait till I'm ready or see me with clips, my fist, or machete

Forever young
Immortality through my window
My clock don't run (you can't run)
My sun gon glow (sun gon glow)