Young N****s (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Jadakiss/Fetty Wap

I keep a mac 11 on my f**king seat

Can't let them beat me up like Rodney king

I used to have a dream something like doctor king

Bought a mac 90 with a f**king beam

'Cruz these n**gas killing for the letter b

These young n**gas killing for the letter c

These young n**gas killing for the letter p

These young n**gas killing for the letter v

I got money pounds and bullets like my n**ga wee

I put my faith in god I know he believe in me

R I p my n**ga dunk I see you in my sleep

Remember when I used to sell

Like 50 bricks a week

I got some shooters and my shooters

Don't shoot at the knee

If you get caught with all that 3

Don't say you copped from me

They gave my n**ga 30 year

Couldn't even cop for plea

You wanna take it to the street

We can keep it street

I grab a n**ga in the street

They found him on the beach

The richest street n**ga living

Go call robin leach

I scrape ace and them sixes

With the Georgia peach

Now reverend you better watch

I practice what I preach

I knew I could never teacher be the dead police

I keep a mac 11 on my f**king seat

Can't let them beat me up like Rodney king

I used to have a dream something like doctor king

Bought a mac 90 with a f**king beam

'Cruz these n**gas killing for the letter b

These young n**gas killing for the letter c

These young n**gas killing for the letter p

These young n**gas killing for the letter v

T5 doa I'm back up on the street

Probably blowing sour 'cruz ain't nothing sweet

I show you my power if you f**k with me

If you dead in an hour that's just what it be

For the love of me

Killing for the letters better get your cheddar

'Cruz it usually gets worse before it gets better

I ain't a body shooter

I'm what you call a header

And I hope they remember you

'Cruz I'm trine forget ya

You ain't even gotta flex

I'm still trine stretch ya

Prayin' ain't gon' help you

Just hope I don't catch ya

Stay the f**k out of my way

That's all I suggest ya

They killin' for the letter p

Yeah that's that pressure

I keep a mac 11 on my f**king seat

Can't let them beat me up like Rodney king

I used to have a dream something like doctor king

Bought a mac 90 with a f**king beam

'Cruz these n**gas killing for the letter b

These young n**gas killing for the letter c

These young n**gas killing for the letter p

These young n**gas killing for the letter v

Young n**gas drilling everything they see

Young n**gas juuging just to f**king eat

Young n**gas dying screaming rest in peace

It's a cold cold world in these f**king streets

It's a lot of young n**gas that just love to beef

40 with the drum n**ga

I can't wait to squeeze

When you see the zoo comin'

Watch these n**gas freeze

Young n**gas getting money money all I see

All I do is hear money money all I free

It's a smooth 50 k in these robin jeans

It's a zoovier with Gucci mane

The f**k you mean

I'm a young n**ga living out my f**king dreams

I keep a mac 11 on my f**king seat

Can't let them beat me up like Rodney king

I used to have a dream something like doctor king

Bought a mac 90 with a f**king beam

'Cruz these n**gas killing for the letter b

These young n**gas killing for the letter c

These young n**gas killing for the letter p

These young n**gas killing for the letter v

Yeah

What n**ga you know get you 8 9 mix tapes

While he locked up n**ga

And he about to come home

And shut this sh*t down

It's too late now n**ga don't strategize n**ga

Don't strategize now n**ga it's too late let's go