Young lives and the garda
You made me wanna
Young money, d-town's all star
You get close but no cigar
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
But know i'm breezing through writers block even though it isn't breezy
Learned from the game how to stack the breezy
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Young kid rappers, kidnappers
I should michael jordan these rappers
The glare makes me hard to find
Young heart,with an old mind
And peace to this young warrior,
Of impactful things one can ask for
And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
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