Welcome to the thoughts of a Young God
Love Nipsey but bump odd
Future no losers
Just shooters that'll pop medullas
Ain't on that Twitter wave
All my nigguhs pursuers
And plan to hit harder than a jab
From Zab Judah
Steady smoking on buddha
I ain't know what else to do
Locked in a room where pity was my only view
Where's your life at
When your bitch will steal from you
And you wasn't moving too much
And feds still got pics of you
Doing the damn thing
Badaboom Badabam
Bing
I remember raw pulling the 40
Like a hamstring
He ain't even have to bust it though
Made them run it like Chris Brown
Sweet kids Usher flow
Now lemme usher your mind around the fact
I had almost bought a pack
I had started bumming jacks
And I ain't wanna work
I just wanted to rap
But money is the motive
So the paradox begins
But the hustle is so simple
The paradox is within
So I'm soul searching
Til all my dreams is reality
No religion just God
Only she can balance me
No weapon against me shall prosper
Go head
Challenge me
I'm conditioned for the hate
Thought Marvin was my brother
But then he spit in my face
In his moment of disgrace
That was a crazy time
We were all out of place
And my aunty had almost dies
King I saw deaths face
Might've stopped for a bit
But now I pray
God bless those around me
As we make our way
Doing whats required on our day by day
But if you love what you do
Then you never work a day
So if you ask me
Life's one big play
And I gotta lead roll
I can't settle for the extra
God told me if I ask
Then I can sit next to
Pharrell in the lab
While he make beats on the pad
Or make it a NERD jawn add Shay and Chad
Just saying where I'm going to be
Opps my bad
Forgot you childish ass nigguhs
Ain't with that bag but I'm,
Gettin it.
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Welcome to the thoughts of a Young God
Love Nipsey but bump odd
Future no losers
Just shooters that'll pop medullas
Ain't on that Twitter wave
All my nigguhs pursuers
And plan to hit harder than a jab
From Zab Judah
Steady smoking on buddha
I ain't know what else to do
Locked in a room where pity was my only view
Where's your life at
When your bitch will steal from you
And you wasn't moving too much
And feds still got pics of you
Doing the damn thing
Badaboom Badabam
Bing
I remember raw pulling the 40
Like a hamstring
He ain't even have to bust it though
Made them run it like Chris Brown
Sweet kids Usher flow
Now lemme usher your mind around the fact
I had almost bought a pack
I had started bumming jacks
And I ain't wanna work
I just wanted to rap
But money is the motive
So the paradox begins
But the hustle is so simple
The paradox is within
So I'm soul searching
Til all my dreams is reality
No religion just God
Only she can balance me
No weapon against me shall prosper
Go head
Challenge me
I'm conditioned for the hate
Thought Marvin was my brother
But then he spit in my face
In his moment of disgrace
That was a crazy time
We were all out of place
And my aunty had almost dies
King I saw deaths face
Might've stopped for a bit
But now I pray
God bless those around me
As we make our way
Doing whats required on our day by day
But if you love what you do
Then you never work a day
So if you ask me
Life's one big play
And I gotta lead roll
I can't settle for the extra
God told me if I ask
Then I can sit next to
Pharrell in the lab
While he make beats on the pad
Or make it a NERD jawn add Shay and Chad
Just saying where I'm going to be
Opps my bad
Forgot you childish ass nigguhs
Ain't with that bag but I'm,
Gettin it.
Love Nipsey but bump odd
Future no losers
Just shooters that'll pop medullas
Ain't on that Twitter wave
All my nigguhs pursuers
And plan to hit harder than a jab
From Zab Judah
Steady smoking on buddha
I ain't know what else to do
Locked in a room where pity was my only view
Where's your life at
When your bitch will steal from you
And you wasn't moving too much
And feds still got pics of you
Doing the damn thing
Badaboom Badabam
Bing
I remember raw pulling the 40
Like a hamstring
He ain't even have to bust it though
Made them run it like Chris Brown
Sweet kids Usher flow
Now lemme usher your mind around the fact
I had almost bought a pack
I had started bumming jacks
And I ain't wanna work
I just wanted to rap
But money is the motive
So the paradox begins
But the hustle is so simple
The paradox is within
So I'm soul searching
Til all my dreams is reality
No religion just God
Only she can balance me
No weapon against me shall prosper
Go head
Challenge me
I'm conditioned for the hate
Thought Marvin was my brother
But then he spit in my face
In his moment of disgrace
That was a crazy time
We were all out of place
And my aunty had almost dies
King I saw deaths face
Might've stopped for a bit
But now I pray
God bless those around me
As we make our way
Doing whats required on our day by day
But if you love what you do
Then you never work a day
So if you ask me
Life's one big play
And I gotta lead roll
I can't settle for the extra
God told me if I ask
Then I can sit next to
Pharrell in the lab
While he make beats on the pad
Or make it a NERD jawn add Shay and Chad
Just saying where I'm going to be
Opps my bad
Forgot you childish ass nigguhs
Ain't with that bag but I'm,
Gettin it.
Writer: Tracy Lamont, Da
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave