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Album: Youth (2017)

Youth

Yeah, last year was no practise year
Let's get more number 1's and more plaques this year
I say a lot of blurry lines, let's talk facts this year
I might even try goin' back to masters year
Yeah, told bro that I ain't jokin' this year
Told wifey I might even give up smokin' this year
Told Dumi I'ma rap with more emotion this year
Keep the doors wide open this year
I been coastin' but the last few years have been weird
I'm even self assured I'm scared, that's how I deal with the fear
People speakin' on my name
If you could feel the burnin' in my ears, type of pain that can bring a man to tears
But I'm here still, mans gon' clear, clear, clear still
Rock in a hard place, label tryna make us do it their way
We tellin' them we wanna do it our way
Everythin' is homegrown, comin' like a garvey
Young Rico, swave
Everythin' to me is blaze
Told her I could check to make the whole thing parkay
3 piece on, Prince of Wales check
Freddy on the boat sayin', "Where we gonna sail next?"
Where I come from, we talk about what's goin' down next
Not everyone's a shotta, but everybody's runnin' from a coppa
And nobody wants to be the blocka
16, sat up, buy a chick with a cut
Yeah, after shot days, seein' Saint James on the block days
New Balance flex days, Morleys on the S days
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, you don't remember that
Night bust, New Years Eve, want December back
All these memories, these memories I'm holdin'
Next thing I know I end up on the road
Toured Usher, Drizzy even toured with Cole
Then I give a girl my soul
And next thing you know I'm turnin' 28 years old
Woah, gettin' older, things I seen make me turn colder
Top down, sittin' in this roadster
In these funny times, it's important that we're closer
Started meditation and I started doin' yoga
Killin' all these rappers I'm the scene's Casasosa
We got four Benz' and make 'em drop it on my chauffeur
We about to get this bread poppin' like a toaster
If you don't get it now, you'll get it when you're older, aha

Yeah, youth, aha


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