Sticky Bandit - Young Blood

Since a kiddo was the Sticky Bandit
Bad habits of doing damage
They had no chance at book fairs
I took what I wanted, ran with the punches
On top of punishment
Hunch that my dad got' rub it in
So no I won't go tell this man
Never going to go tell this man, no
Was taught to shave by my momma, something that niggas think
Would be the outcome to no pop but my dad on the scene
Connection lost at the cause that he didn't wanna see
His only boy throw his life away on a stupid dream
And I'm used to failing, don't know 'bout you
Doubtful 'bout smooth sailing all the way thru
But you know I can say the same things about you
Like you haven't a clue what a nigga been thru
Mind was young
Fell in love with
Someone who didn't think it's something
I was dumb; know you're leaving a hundred
I'm still young, fuck it up bitch
Won't arguе over the dumb shit
I'm not done 'til wе living above this
Oh no
Feeling I'm living it now
Ball's rollin' singing it proud
Reminding myself on how
Sad flows I'm kicking 'em out
These cali/valley girls split
When our roles are Oscar Proud
Their attention span is just shit
But I still single them out like
I don't want 2x4s placed in the house like it's all I know
Worked with my dad and I got that flow
Blue collar and all that will be unknown
Ooo!
Feeling worthless, she wouldn't leave without a purpose
Thinking "huh, I probably do deserve this"
Thinking how I'm a scumbag
How can I get her to come back
And like that, I get myself all sidetracked
And I'm used to failing, don't know 'bout you
Doubtful 'bout smooth sailing all the way thru
But you know I can say the same things about you
Like you haven't a clue what a nigga been thru
Mind was young
Fell in love with
Someone who didn't think it's something
I was dumb; know you're leaving a hundred
I'm still young, fuck it up bitch
Won't argue over the dumb shit
I'm not done 'til we living above this
Oh no
Can't imagine aye uh, what it would've been like (NO)
To not grow up in a city where pac from
Fell in love with beats I heard from the car lot drums
Think you heard a nigga like me but it's far none
Treat em like Moses, these posers I part them
Another annoying guest at the valet I park them
Leave they moms thinking they missing on cartons like bitch (AYE)
So you want to go to play me off as a joke?
Two times sure, third; I'll aim for your throat
Shots come down like I'm playing with drones
Problem with you, you playing one note
Me, they go raging
They thinking I'm pro
Real see real like we speaking in , speaking in
Code
Now I know that I'm bold
Let her go; winter froze
I see why (I-C-Y) I'm so cold
Let her blow
Thinking (OH YAY)

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Sticky Bandit

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