YoungX - MrYoungXGotNext

Momma said YoungX
Don't lose yourself on the road to the riches
Get caught with a whole lotta bitches
Don't get pulled over with a Glock with a switch
I say momma ok then I go out and do it all day
Me and Jay was hungry for a plate
Me and Wop was tryna make a play
Then I went and touched pape with Simba
Shoutout Yatta yea that be my nigga
We was ducking the public defenders
had to grind in the summer to shine in the winter
They don't talk cause they pockets be thinner
Man, these niggas be faker than Jenners
Switch up, something I never get
Mr. Young X got next
Indeed, I do count checks
Work hard cause mama need rest
Fuck you to the rest
Who try to finesse
Nah, I don't respond to nare texts
Live life like chess not checkers
I run with real deal steppas
She wanna pull up, she can't get enough
Go to my room undress her
They tell me be wise with the money
I spend it like nothing cause I get it back
Turn your back on the family just cause you mad at me
You moving like that
You a snake in the grass
I'm a shark in the water
Got a bad bitch when she stay up in Florida
Sometimes I ignore her cause she get too boring, annoying
In the foreign, I'm just flooring
Shine like a porter in Portland
That boy got motion
Tryna blaze a nigga trail
Then take a trip to New Orleans
Laughing and joking
On the plane high as hell
I gotta thank God for the life that I live
I gotta thank God that I don't have a kid
M.O.B. that's my kin from beginning to end
Born to win, we the ones setting trends
Momma said YoungX
Don't lose yourself on the road to the riches
Get caught with a whole lotta bitches
Don't get pulled over with a Glock with a switch
I say momma ok then I go out and do it all day
Me and Jay was hungry for a plate
Me and Wop was tryna make a play
Then I went and touched pape with Simba
Shoutout Yatta yea that be my nigga
We was ducking the public defenders
had to grind in the summer to shine in the winter
They don't talk cause they pockets be thinner
Man, these niggas be faker than Jenners
Switch up, something I never get
Mr. Young X got next
Damn, boy, you still rapping
Got niggas back home on the block and they still trapping
They still active, might spill at you
If you look too long
She said that she like my cologne while wearing V-Lone
Now she on my Peter Bone
And I don't wanna leave alone
All shit, all shit, let's go, go, go
Then I think back on mama said
Back when I was ten, they a dime every dozen
She was said with confidence
Let a young nigga know what it was, what it wasn't
As a kid, I was thuggin
Waking up early on trains and the buses
They was clutching and bussing
They had all the heads duckin
I'm the trench baby who made it out
I want the money, say fuck the clout
We throw the ball and we strike him out
I lob it up and Mir dunk it down
I got the bread, do my Dougie
Ladies, they love me
Niggas, bitches wanna fuck me
Navy yea that be my cuzzy
We living lovely, hard work, not lucky
Momma said YoungX
Don't lose yourself on the road to the riches
Get caught with a whole lotta bitches
Don't get pulled over with a Glock with a switch
I say momma ok then I go out and do it all day
Me and Jay was hungry for a plate
Me and Wop was tryna make a play
Then I went and touched pape with Simba
Shoutout Yatta yea that be my nigga
We was ducking the public defenders
had to grind in the summer to shine in the winter
They don't talk cause they pockets be thinner
Man, these niggas be faker than Jenners
Switch up, something I never get
Mr. Young X got next
Mr. Young X got next

Written by:
Xavier Winston

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