Young $teez FYM - Intro to the Album

Uhh It's Young $teez nigga, fuck you mean nigga, trippsquad who I be nigga

And I'm looking down on you from my pedestal
My whole team looking like we the Incredibles
Sippin alcoholic drinks and eating edibles
And nothing that you say is credible
It's Mr. unforgettable
Slightly pressing down on the Chevy pedal
It's Rockstar, so you know I tote that heavy metal
And I'm from the ghetto, if you ever try me
I'll make sure yo ass hooked up to IVs
Your girl wants to kick it like Thai Chi
The way she moves her hips, HIP-notize me
I'm always with the clique, you know the T.R.I.P.P.'s beside me
Boy from the hood, I'm a menace to society
A product of my environment
When you a felon, ain't nobody hiring
Flamegame ENT like a fireman
By any means necessary which means I gotta get it, so I got em
For me, there is no other option
I'm the only nigga poppin
Wild like Dennis Rodman, but I'm Ballin hoe
And when we talk about the topic
Of which rapper is the hottest,
I'm the one who spits that lava
Death before dishonor
I am not your honor so I don't judge
They want me to back down but I won't budge
Them niggas chasing hoes nigga but I want bucks
I just want it all, I don't want much
I Ain't the type to go back-and-forth
He's got a little value but he's lacking worth
I've got it all sacked up and it's wrapped in foil
If you ain't living what you spittin, what you rappin for?
Damn
It makes no sense
And if it don't make dollars, it makes no cents
Diamonds look like water, look at the ocean
Used to drink sink water now we champagne toastin'
Life is dirty, learn a lesson from this mess
But I be on the 'gram, flexing on my ex
Dirty money cause I got it out the mudd
I got some xan's but I ran out of bud
She acting funny, don't wanna show love
Little do she know, she just met the plug
I can't think, man it must be the drugs

Y'all niggas know what it is with me
From from the NAWF side of the streets
Trippsquad who I be my nigga
Y'all know what's up with me
Still killing these niggas
Lyric by lyric
Lyrical killer on the microphone
I'm out
Young Steez nigga, fuck you mean nigga, trippsquad who I be nigga
Uh yeah ooh
Yeah ooh

Written by:
John Garneaux

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