Since A Youngin ft. Yelohill Lyrics

I don't run my mouth, bitch, I run my set

She said she love my mind, I said I love her neck

Only break bread with my real ones till I'm dead

The ones who let me crash at they pad when I had no bed

I keep them fed and toast to my achievements

Demons screamin' in my ear, but this music's all I believe in

If I speak it, I mean it, so I mean it, bitch, I ain't leavin'

I'ma be here till the bloody fuckin' end

Keep them screamin' like..

Graduated from the civic and got in position

Gotta stack my dollars in my hoes, I got a bad addiction

Shapeshiftin', I been out here on a bounty mission

I came a long way from the spreads up at the county

Fuck it I'm thuggin'

Bustin' burners up out the streets

Doggin' bitches up at the Ritz up in the sheets

My homies trippin' and hella crazy, chunkin' C's and

If he wanna bang the hood, we put him on right at the creek

My daddy raised a gangsta, I was six, I had a pistol

In elementary school, I took some fades and got official

Bust my first burner up in the city of the angels

LAPD booked me, I ain't do shit, it was racial

My daddy raised a gangsta, I was six, I had a pistol

In elementary school, I took some fades and got official

Bust my first burner up in the city of the angels

LAPD booked me, I ain't do shit, it was racial

Wait, hold up, what's that sound

Twenty enemies just got laid the fuck down

Got them droppin' when they hear how me and Yelo get down

Shit, I'm the Hellbound kid, I got them shook from the sound

This is Vail Street Gang, don't get that shit twisted

Seen a lot of cold thangs on the block of Olympic

I make my hood look good, you all bad in your set though

Even opps, give me props, I made it out of the same ghetto

I'm a young nigga, what that mean I get bread

Gettin' head, fuckin' bitches up in the bed

Hotel, no keys for the whip, no shit

I'm the hottest out the set, me and Sicko in the back

And we blazin' up, all of these bitches hatin' on us

We ain't let them fuck

Creasin' up the khakis with the blammy tuck

Dubs up, Chuck laced, we don't give a fuck

My Daddy raised a gangster, I was six I had a pistol

In Elementary school, I took some fades and got official

Bust my first burner up in the city of the angels

LAPD booked me, I ain't do shit, it was racial

My Daddy raised a gangster, I was six I had a pistol

In Elementary school, I took some fades and got official

Bust my first burner up in the city of the angels

LAPD booked me, I ain't do shit, it was racial