Young Sicko - Since A Youngin (feat. Yelohill)

I don't run my mouth, bitch, I run my set
She said she love my mind, I said I love her neck
Only break bread with my real ones till I'm dead

The ones who let me crash at they pad when I had no bed
I keep them fed and toast to my achievements
Demons screamin' in my ear, but this music's all I believe in
If I speak it, I mean it, so I mean it, bitch, I ain't leavin'
I'ma be here till the bloody fuckin' end
Keep them screamin' like..

Graduated from the civic and got in position
Gotta stack my dollars in my hoes, I got a bad addiction
Shapeshiftin', I been out here on a bounty mission
I came a long way from the spreads up at the county
Fuck it I'm thuggin'
Bustin' burners up out the streets

Doggin' bitches up at the Ritz up in the sheets
My homies trippin' and hella crazy, chunkin' C's and
If he wanna bang the hood, we put him on right at the creek

My daddy raised a gangsta, I was six, I had a pistol
In elementary school, I took some fades and got official
Bust my first burner up in the city of the angels
LAPD booked me, I ain't do shit, it was racial

My daddy raised a gangsta, I was six, I had a pistol
In elementary school, I took some fades and got official
Bust my first burner up in the city of the angels
LAPD booked me, I ain't do shit, it was racial

Wait, hold up, what's that sound
Twenty enemies just got laid the fuck down
Got them droppin' when they hear how me and Yelo get down
Shit, I'm the Hellbound kid, I got them shook from the sound
This is Vail Street Gang, don't get that shit twisted

Seen a lot of cold thangs on the block of Olympic
I make my hood look good, you all bad in your set though
Even opps, give me props, I made it out of the same ghetto

I'm a young nigga, what that mean I get bread
Gettin' head, fuckin' bitches up in the bed
Hotel, no keys for the whip, no shit
I'm the hottest out the set, me and Sicko in the back
And we blazin' up, all of these bitches hatin' on us
We ain't let them fuck
Creasin' up the khakis with the blammy tuck
Dubs up, Chuck laced, we don't give a fuck

My Daddy raised a gangster, I was six I had a pistol
In Elementary school, I took some fades and got official
Bust my first burner up in the city of the angels
LAPD booked me, I ain't do shit, it was racial

My Daddy raised a gangster, I was six I had a pistol
In Elementary school, I took some fades and got official
Bust my first burner up in the city of the angels
LAPD booked me, I ain't do shit, it was racial

Written by:
Raymond Rejon

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