Young money like drake and nicki
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Soldiers lost their mind
I was young and running wild,
Forever young and ghetto fabulous
They getting deals with thier weak buzz
I'm on my grind
Young heart,with an old mind
Ten more depending on where wale going
Young notable bout to go in!
Yeah young kid, bout whatever
I thought i recognized her
And peace to this young warrior,
You is not hip then i can not coach her
That's that young sir rapper
And i just want to hold her
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