Jo Saza - YFG (feat. Dre Hill)

Who can I turn to?
When nobody needs me
My heart wants to know
And so I must go
Where destiny leads me
(He’s a Hooligan)
(You know it Mylo on the track bitch)
(Boom)
Before the cops come
Run nigga run from the shotgun
Young nigga dumb
And he got one
Got a white man’s daughter in they hot tub
Run nigga run
I’m a Young Forrest Gump
Coming straight from the slums
I’ll tell straight how it was
Look
Niggas on the block every day like it’s border patrol
With dime bags, .45's, & a Quarter Patron
Up all night, no lie I’m getting sick of it though
The same shit, new day, old rituals bro
One homie locked up, another finally home
Time flies like drive-by’s on Colombia Road but you don’t know
I guess it gets good as it goes
And you playing with the heat you get sick of the cold
You know you playing with your life when you give up your soul
Real niggas don’t tell
Never switch on the code
Got no love for these niggas and no dick for these hoes
Only thing a nigga need is a pistol to hold
On fo’nem
Rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
But 5-0 on my back, as bad as it is
All it takes is 1 shot
Don’t know when it’s coming
But I’m waiting for a pop
Now run nigga run
Before the cops come
Run nigga run from the shotgun
Young nigga dumb
And he got one
Got a white man’s daughter in they hot tub
Run nigga run
I’m a Young Forrest Gump
Coming straight from the slums
I’ll tell straight how it was
It’s always lights, cameras, action when blacked skinned
They say life's like a movie closed captions turn caskets
Appropriate our culture
Use our color as fashion
See Everything as black or white, Michael Jackson
Even I can see there’s a cycle of hate
But that won’t stop a nigga from getting what’s coming
Drum magazines air shit like a trumpet
I might fuck around and shoot wherever that Trump is
Kick back, slow down roll up easy does it
I find it hard to smoke with no interruptions
Mom's crying, police sirens, the blocks hot
Got PTSD from all these gunshots
Where I’m from niggas poppin' Perc's to fall sleep
I’d rather not die while try to make ends meet
Run from the cops forgot I'm chasing my dreams
And everything was good until I couldn’t
(Breathe nigga breathe)
Before the cops come
Run nigga run from the shotgun
Young nigga dumb
And he got one
Got a white man’s daughter in they hot tub
Run nigga run
I’m a Young Forrest Gump
Coming straight from the slums
I’ll tell straight how it was
It was all good just a week ago
Now I’m dealing with the Bloods and I ain’t even know
And now the police knocking on the fucking door
Somebody better tell Momma I ain’t coming home cause nigga
It was all good just a week ago
But the block too hot, we ain’t leaving hoe
Until the coast is clear and nobody in my rear
I’m the Young Forrest Gump coming straight from the dumps, screaming run nigga run
Before the cops come
Run nigga run from the shotgun
Young nigga dumb
And he got one
Got a white man’s daughter in they hot tub
Run nigga run
I’m a Young Forrest Gump
Coming straight from the slums
I’ll tell straight how it was
Who can I turn to?
When nobody needs

Written by:
Dre Hill, Jayden Pontes

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