The Lost Years ft. Dizzy The Ill One Lyrics

Young Jesus

I've been giving mawfuckin problems since I was a fetus

Walking round the streets sagging at y knees like I never had parents you'd think I was a creature

New Diva call her Aretha

'Cause she sing good but she'll never get a feature

'Cause she know that a nigga don't need her

Plus she work better when she on her knee cups

Ughh Flow sicker than a seizure

Julius Junior I look like Caesar

But my skin black like I'm from Egypt

Now they telling me I gotta be the leader

Who me? I just wanna light my weed up

And speed race in the streets with my niggaz

Alexandria had a nigga reading

Learning bout healing and how to get my chi up

Ughh Young Jesus

Bill Gates in the garage a nigga been scheming

Plotting all night how to fuck the streets up

And rearrange everything you believe in

I could give a fuck about the preacher

Mama saying I don't listen to her either

If a nigga need something to believe in

I don't ever look further than the mirror

Nah Young Jesus and my flow so egregious

But Ima nice guy

She say she hate me and she leaving

I said I love you and I need you and she like nigga nice try

Bitches hear about me

And when I manifest in the flesh they like that's why

They best friends in my bedroom kneeling

Praying to my penis call me young Jesus

Twelve to thirty-three they cant find that shit

I can make my own wine

But weed I gotta buy that shit

Drunk off power you should try that shit

Need a little drugs I'll supply that shit

The girl in the class and the boy on the choir and the nigga with the stray yea they buy my shit ooh

Yeah

Young and a run road enuh

Birthday come in like Christmas u zeet

Straight from your favorite stable to the page of your favorite fable

Its that cold young brother no Cane and Abel

Best and worst thing that they made since cable

Depend on how you view it

At sixteen Jesus was a weed fiend

If they only knew it

We was giving sight to the blind

Unravelling time and the design in case you thought it was only music

And what you never read was better left unsaid

Smoke till I'm nailed and then raised like the undead

Zero to a hundred

If they did lines back in biblical times they say Dizzy shit crack there's scriptures about that

The good die young and the great never die

You ain't seen nothing if you ain't never cried

So I came did my miracles I wept and I left

Assembled up the twelve that I rep to the death

Feed the multitude then make a trek with the set

Aye sell us out that silver be the last thing you gon get

Aye stand up in front of Pilate like I'm catching this case

My right hand P he will cut a m an in his face

Yo somebody tell these heathens who the man in this place

And tell that ho that we converted that a nigga need space

Baby Gimme three days ill be better than new

And ima never give a fuck 'Cause I'm better than you word

When I reappear they wont like that shit

Ain't no food for the multitude multiply that shit

Got a lot a niggas but I like that bitch

Gave her burning bush and told he light that shit

'Cause the dumb nigga spoke and the dead nigga woke

And the nigga off coke know I line that shit