For The Youth ft. Terrskino & Tek YPC Lyrics

Do it for the youth, can't treat me like a goofy

We ain't never met in person but she actin' like she knew me

Know cuddy he won't leave the house without grabbin' his toolie

My bitch want me to stay inside, fuck and make a movie

Must think that when I go outside I'm signin' bitches boobies

But these bitches they can't get my time, I smile and keep it movin

Got niggas showin' up front line off love I ain't recruiting

Some niggas thought was by my side, looked up and they wasn't rootin'

They want me get back in my bag, started grindin' with this music

If you ain't post it on the net them niggas never would've knew it

Brody in his bag I told him chill but nigga keep on using

I know how it feel you wanna win but feel like you keep losin

Done took so many losses reason why I put myself round bosses

Ready to blow I feel like Boston

The ones around me I won't cross em

I stayed down and got my money up every since the shit been awesome

I fucked up my bag a couple times, can't let that be too often

Had to tighten up and kick the cup was drinkin' way too often

I'm a business man, you tryna spend, so step into my office

Know the bucks gone bring everybody near, I run Tampa Bay offense

Hate fake love it make me nauseous

Tryna dodge it get exhausting

I can't leave nobody, told brody if you need me you can call me

I'm on front line every time you cross that line you get a coffin

Can't show no love, cause bitch be stallin

We don't play defense, we like offense

She wanna link I'm with a bitch so I be stallin

Boy tried to run so then we hawked them

Raised by mama ain't need a father

Heart so cold, feel like Steve Austin

Trez in the sky but I keep callin

Get a bag on your own, you gone feel awesome

Wish brody could raise up out that coffin

And a be here and raise his daughter

They got bro locked he keep callin

Been two months but it seem longer

Miss a call felt like I let him down but he know that I got him

They gave him seven years he wanna make it back to be a father

Stay low-key so I'm your problem

Told Tek don't worry yeah I got him

I told Chuck when we on top

All these bitches gone feel like a bother

Just got a new fit can't touch the bottom

Niggas hate on us cause we bought them dollars

She actin' single so what's the problem

Quit actin' tough before I drop you