Greatness

[Verse 1: Youngin]

I don't have to know karate or kung-fu to kick this
Shit that I spit over the microphone what is this
Wrapping the game up 'cause I'm gifted
Licking these wicked shots to hit bitch niggas on my hit list
Youngin's the name, I'm slightly insane
And lyrically trained to go against any cloth or grain
Of MC pitted against me, it's simply
Career suicide, you'll lose with that defense team
'cause that squad is full of broads in training bras
In need of boob jobs driving a blue used car
And this squad is full of odd niggas and mob killers
Who knock dudes out of their new tube socks, Sheesh
Check out the sick flow, it's good enough to get doe
Freshly piled high like it just snowed
And just know, it's been told from the get go
You may need insurance like 1-800-Go-GEBCO cause

[Hook: Youngin]

You not fucking with me (not even at my worst
I'll leave you in a hearse with a verse boy)
You not fucking with me (whoever told you that shit
Lied to your face, what a disgrace but)
You not fucking with me (even if you had a million fans
And you made a children's dance nigga)
You not fucking with me (you better believe, the D.o.C
Is where I be bitch)

[Verse 2: Youngin]

Shawty got the neck of a gecko, and plus she's a head pro
I know 'cause that's the way that she gets doe
Youngin, I got the game gift wrapped like it's christmas
Diss, and you'll be volunteering for pain that's endless
I'm in it to win
And I plan to be at the finish line before you begin
It's a race that you will not be the victor of, keep it up
You gon' spend the rest of your life drinking out of a sippy cup
You better believe I will achieve greatness and I will not be faded
By niggas who be faking
And we taking the number one spot
She wanna fuck a king like Coretta Scott, so let her loose
I get her off of that goose she gon' do what I want her to
Have her sucking and "loving the crew" for a month or two
My city coming through so you better move or catch a fade
Hollow points don't graze or skip over your waves

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Youngin]

My vocals are venomous I'm a verbal murdering psychopath
So feel the wrath while I'm digging in your ass
'cause on this microphone Youngin's a beast
A cannibal, Hannibal Lector learned from me
The way I eat MC's so freely with lyrics I breathe easily
When I enter the paramedics are called immediately
I'm ready to be crowned one of the kings of the city
Drug free I don't Puff like Diddy
I keep it original that's the type of individual that I am
And you can ask anybody about the man
No conformity 'cause your lyrics are boring me to sleep
Always talking about money and weed
These niggas are make-believe and you believe all of it
Hip-hops decline, the consumer is the cost of it
Yeah I said it, I don't give a fuck
You can hate me all you want I'll just buy a bigger truck bitch

[Hook]