It’s Just Us

[Verse 1: Youngin]

I'm focused you know this
But they do not want me to win
Maybe it's 'cause I'm older and they noticed
That I'm not a rookie I'm a veteran
And I'm much better get on my level
I'm like an audemars piguet bezel
And you not you so wack
You're like a rusted piece of metel
Bitch you lame, and my name is Y-O-U-N-G-I-N
Lincoln Heights I represent
D.C. will never lose 'cause me I win
And I'm headed for the top, get off my dick though
My man will whip out if you get close
I pull my dick out of these big clothes
And your hoe will bounce on it like a 6-4
Bitch I'm here, and I'm not going nowhere
So you can continue to stare
At my hair, like a queer
While I remain fly like a motherfucking leer jet
Are we there yet nigga I am
I been chilling and waiting for you to catch up
Sleep on me I'm use to that bruh
Lightskin, cornrows, still doing that stuff (Sheesh)
I do me, while everybody else do Tunechi
I stand out while you stand in, I"m double 6 plus two 3's
Devil in the flesh I told you that, 2013 I'm owning that
And if I'm made in his mold then (these niggas won't hold me back)

[Hook: Youngin]

Nigga stop sleeping on me, wake your ass up
I took a break just to see if you can catch up (2x)
So catch up
And my team, we winning
And this is just the beginning
Got my chest out, when I look up
Ain't no competition (nah) it's just us

[Verse 2: Youngin]

Ghost Payne, Young Strike
Those are the ones I fuck with
I ain't say your name 'cause you not tight
And your career can kick the bucket
Bitch I'm bad, just like Micheal in his prime, and it is time
For me to let loose on this microphone
Go up against me boy you out your mind
My dog Young Strike, said "keep going
You be flowing, niggas ain't knowing"
I got your girl sick, she's under the weather
'cause I make it rain while my wrist is snowing
(brrr) that's ill, Nyquil
Veteran dog and better than all
I'm 'bout to go Queen Latifah in this bitch
And set it off
Cause I'm pissed, the game is polluted with shit
Nigga what the fuck is this
How they get in, somebody please show them the exit
Before I hit them with six, from my gift
I'm talking these lyrical hollow tips and I will not miss
Trust me dog, you don't wanna be the reason
That I gotta write a diss, hehe
Be clear, D.C., we here
I'm reppin' that NorthEast so we ain't going N.E.where
I am ahead of my time and I'm trying to embed it into your mind
Every line that I rhyme and as long as I'm here
You can sit back hip-hop is fine, I got it

[Hook]