Young n*gga lyrics

by

The-Dream


[Intro: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Nipsey Hussle]
Strippers in the club and my cup's half empty
Ride with my n*ggas 'cause my n*ggas understand me
Still on Plan A, pus*y n*ggas on Plan B
Right now (Young rich n*gga, young rich n*gga)
Motherf*cker, let's go

[Verse: Nipsey Hussle & Puff Daddy]
Yeah, what could make a n*gga wanna go and get it?
Said he want a Bimmer with the subs in it
Said he grew up in the house and it was love missin'
Said he grew up in the set, he keep his gun with him
Young n*gga, young n*gga (Let's go)
Young (n*ggas), just a young n*gga
And he don't need a reason, he a young n*gga (That's right)
And you don't want your daughter and your sons with him
Young n*gga, just a young n*gga (Let's go)
Young n*gga, just a young n*gga
Probably never understand us (Don't stop)
'Til he pull up in a Phantom (Don't stop)
When he pull up in a Phantom
He gon' have that sh*t blastin' (That's right)
Like young n*gga, just a young n*gga
Young n*gga, just a young n*gga
What they call you where you from, n*gga? (Where you from, n*gga?)
In my city, that was question number one, n*gga (Number one, n*gga)
Lookin' at the legend I become, n*gga (Look at him)
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, n*gga (Your turn)
Remember I was on the run, n*gga (Let's go)
Couple years before you had a son, n*gga (Let's go)
Open up your doors and kept it one with me
Held a n*gga down and that was love, n*gga (Let's go)
Nobody wanna stand in front a judge, n*gga (Yeah)
Make you think of better days like when you was winnin'
Standin' on the couches in the club with us
(We all in here, you see it motherf*cker, young n*gga)
Then I got my shot, I had to run with it
Out the gate, lost count
Many days in the studio we slaved, but this sh*t we gotta say
Staring into space as you fishing for a phrase
Uninspired, in your mind, still, it's all a paper chase
First you overdedicate, then you notice that you great
And you been the whole time, and it slap you in your face
Then you stack it in your safe, got it crackin', it was fate
Now you the definition, n*gga, laughin' to the bank
I'm a master of my fate
Plus I'm the type of n*gga own the masters to my tapes
In Nevada for the day
I caught a flight from Philly, we just sold out TLA
Fresh up off of stage on my way to B of A
AMB, we LA, tryna eat, we the way
Look, young Nipsey the great
Never taught how to drink, I just lead to the lake
It's eighty-something degrees in LA (Yeah)
f*ck it, time to put some jet-skis on the lake
Look, I got a team in my bank
I don't even need an ID at my bank
This used to be a dream we would chase
I know J. Stone and Cobby Supreme could relate
I know the whole team could relate
I know Evan McKenzie and Bron Lees could relate
Cornell, Saddam, Adam Andebrhan
Steven Donelson and Blacc Sam been on this marathon
Ballin' since my brother used to hustle out the Vons
Couple hundred thousand up, he took a shovel to the lawn
No exaggeration for the content of my songs
When he went to dig it up, sh*t, a hundred somethin' gone
Molded, you can ask moms
Had to plug in blow dryers for the ones that we could wash (Let's go)
Salvaged a little bit, young rich n*gga sh*t
Pressure on your shoulder, how you gon' deal with it? (Come on)
Say it's uncomfortable (That's right), when you transitionin' (Let's go)
But it's so beautiful (Don't stop), when you get rich in it (Don't stop)
When you start killin' sh*t (Elevate) and they all witness it (Keep risin')
Money grow faster (Keep goin'), than n*ggas can spend the sh*t (Keep showin')
Open more businesses (Get down), with you and your n*ggas, they (Let's go)
Watchin' your vision (Don't stop), and being more generous (Get money)
f*ck a Ford dealership (Yeah, c'mon), we up in Forbes (Number one, motherf*ckers, every year)
Watching and they wishin' that it wasn't yours (Let's go)
I forgive you, I remember I was poor (Not no more)
Plus I ain't in the way of what you reachin' for (Yeah)
You gotta play the game, you gotta read the score (Read the score)
See, I'ma do the same and pop the clutch of foreign (Let's go)
Told me if I want it, gotta hustle for it (Get it, get it)
Only difference now, the money more mature
[Outro: Puff Daddy]
Young n*gga
Young n*gga, young n*gga
Young n*gga, young n*gga
Get your money, young n*gga
Get your money, young n*gga
Young n*gga, young n*gga
Get the money, young
Get the money, young
Get the money, young n*gga
Get the money, young n*gga
Keep God first though, take that
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