The glare makes me hard to find
Young heart,with an old mind
Now you got a masters
Young kid rappers, kidnappers
Summertime in the city
Young money like drake and nicki
Towards my young childhood
Aye, hold your head homie, look
Yeah young kid, bout whatever
Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for
Killing these niggas off quick
Kobe bryant married that young chick
You are a pretender one of those main offenders.
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
Young money, d-town's all star
Well, that's what you are
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