Doughboyz Cashout - My Young Niggas

Wake up in the mornin' roll a blunt
Before a young nigga brush his teeth
Wipe his face with a warm rag
Back to the streets money on his mind
Last night he couldn't even eat
Money on his mind, he couldn't eat
Mama must think he gettin' out of hand
But he think he's all good 'cuz
He got a couple bands
Woman, 21, shorty stay up in the club
Shorty wanna be a thug
Double cup nigga white with that lean
Cash rules everything
My young nigga lives by CREAM
Gettin' a little paper
Now the bitches all on 'em
Gettin' a little paper
Now the bitches all want 'em
Might be a lot of things
But he ain't no fool
, young niggas at work without his tool
My young nigga rocky show up 40 deep and
Get this motherfucker poppin'


This is for my young nigga locked
Up for something he ain't did
But he really locked up for for
Somebody else's crime he said
Put him on the case
But he ain't really did nothin'
But he go an' take it for the hood
He ain't like fuck it
We came here with a lawyer
But the lawyer bullshittin'
Went to court with my nigga
All we could do was listen
20 years young, he don't wanna go to prison
15 to life, he like fuck that sentence
And I ain't even that I
Paying for the lawyer
Me and thinkin', we got played by the lawyer
With a life sentence, he can't get a plus
But, fuck it he thuggin'
All he want is some pictures of
Money he can't eat lunch with
His Day 1 Niggas he just wanna
Keep in touch with, but, remember
He ain't even do nothin'

Raised by the block, stay by a Glock
One of the big homies got
Him workin' on the clock

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