Youngstown Young - Detroit Bag

Riding round presidential, I got dead faces with me
Address in a residential, I don't stay in the city
I think all my neighbors racist, they probably want to kill me
I know it's some money on the way, cause my palms keep itchin'
Slapped my Lil brother for cussin', and my moms start trippin'
She ain't know I ain't can rap , now my moms be listening

Written by:
Jermaine Young

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