Introduction:
Live it up though, just live it up. Throw it up through, just throw it up. What's the word word? Bring in the hook like this
[Chorus]
Young ass n*ggas on the come up
Young ass n*ggas feeling fly
Young ass n*ggas getting paper
Young ass n*ggas staying high
Young ass n*ggas living restless man
Young ass n*ggas pray to pus*y
Young ass n*ggas give a f*ck about the politics
Young ass n*ggas never die
[Verse One]
And I came up in the building with the hoodie
Like I'm Trayvon
Flexing on the scene
Later smoking on a swisher
Praying to the skyline
Hoping that I make it
No homies in the background
Just imaginations
Oh Lord
Try to put me in a box
And I ain't with it
I spit it how I'm living
Relaxing
I'm chilling in the background
Watching Tarantino
Thinking bout my lifestyle
Trips to Camario
They wanna see me sad baby
I couldn't give it to em
Living up on cloud nine
It's so beautiful
Thinking bout the after affects
And what it meant to me
I wasn't put here to just have fun
But Ima live it to the limit
While I'm f*cking on a bad one
Another young n*gga
Trying to make some memories
[Chorus]
Young ass n*ggas on the come up
Young ass n*ggas feeling fly
Young ass n*ggas getting paper
Young ass n*ggas staying high
Young ass n*ggas living restless man
Young ass n*ggas pray to pus*y
Young ass n*ggas give a f*ck about the politics
Young ass n*ggas never die
[Verse Two]
You knew about it
I bet you knew about it
That heartbreak
There ain't nothing you could do about it
Momma in the kitchen
Steady thinking bout the break up
My father was a no show
The n*gga never raised us
Twenty-Thirteen
And through the years of getting closer
A couple years later that's my n*gga
And I love him
You knew about it
I know you knew about it
My happiness
There ain't nothing you could do about it
Papa J. done hit me on the cellie-phone daily
I swear we gonna make it
I ain't worried bout a damn thing
Oh Lord put me in positions for a come up
A lot of us been locked up
For running with the gun up
You knew about it
I know you knew about it
My dedication
There ain't nothing you could do about it
Von Poe VII n*gga
Reppin for the Threat, still
Just a young n*gga living godly
Believe that
[Chorus]
Young ass n*ggas on the come up
Young ass n*ggas feeling fly
Young ass n*ggas getting paper
Young ass n*ggas staying high
Young ass n*ggas living restless man
Young ass n*ggas pray to pus*y
Young ass n*ggas give a f*ck about the politics
Young ass n*ggas never die