Young Boys

… I’m feeling rude Pass me the Ruger Not shit to my shooter Understand what I’m saying You don’t know What I'm doing Feeling like Gleesh I'm in the crease Poppin a xan Mixing a pink I'm inna scene I'm in ya lean And I'm rocking the tan I ain't talkin' bout pants I ain’t talking bout dance That motherfucker gon rock Young boys saying they just wanna rock with you Young boys saying they just wanna rock with you Poppin’ them xans Poppin’ them perks Lifting off earth Them boys saying they just wanna rock with you Them boys saying they just wanna rock with you Poppin’ them xans Poppin’ them percs Liftin’ off earth (yeah) If it wasn’t for money I’d prolly be famous I’d prolly dangerous I could have been Trayvon I could’ve been nameless Downing these bottles to get where the pain is Still got some niggas that’s down in the pavement Young boys, we dealing with shit on the daily Ross put it best cuz I might be crazy Lately, I’m lucid Lately, I’m losing I feel divided Cuz I’m never moving Feel like a God now Wait I’m feeling off now I’m feeling rude now Said I'm feeling, I’m feeling rude Pass me the Ruger Not shit to my shooter Understand what I’m saying You don’t know What I'm doing Feeling like Gleesh I'm in the crease Poppin a xan Mixing a pink I'm inna scene I'm in ya lean And I'm rocking the tan I ain't talkin' bout pants I ain’t talking bout dance That motherfucker gon rock Young boys saying they just wanna rock with you Young boys saying they just wanna rock with you Poppin’ them xans Poppin’ them perks Lifting off earth Them boys saying they just wanna rock with you Them boys saying they just wanna rock with you Poppin’ them xans Poppin’ them percs Liftin’ off earth (yeah) If it wasn’t for money Then I’d be famous I could have been Trayvon For now, I’m Nameless I’m downing these bottles For where the pain is Cuz I got some niggas that’s in the pavement I’m feeling rude Pass me the Ruger Not shit to my shooter Understand what I’m saying You don’t know What I'm doing Feeling like Gleesh I'm in the crease Poppin a xan Mixing a pink I'm inna scene I'm in ya lean And I'm rocking the tan I ain't talkin' bout pants I ain’t talking bout dance That motherfucker gon rock Young boys saying they just wanna rock with you Young boys saying they just wanna rock with you Poppin’ them xans Poppin’ them perks Lifting off earth Them boys saying they just wanna rock with you Them boys saying they just wanna rock with you Poppin’ them xans Poppin’ them percs Liftin’ off earth (yeah)