YaHeard Me

[Verse 1]

Its the opp of the glamorous opposing the fancy shit
Not known for the dancing shit or the chrome brandishing
Or outlandish shit, I just keep it cool
And go dumb like I only done a week of school
But smart enough to own all of my rights
Say what you like but my shit is worth more than your ice, right
Y to the O-U to the N-G-I-N
Got niggas on alert like a siren
I’m very comfortable in my skin I’m in
You want a fake man baby girl then go buy Ken
This here is on that soulful tip
The type of shit you need when you start going through shit
Or when you winding down from work and driving slow in the whip
Or posted on the block holding your grip, stay focused on this
Soundtrack that’ll ease your mind
While killing about a hundred emcees at a time
And I’m, D.C.’s finest
You rewind it NorthEast your highness
Yeah, let me talk my shit man
Just a little shit talking

[Hook]

As the world goes round and round
Trying to make it to the top without climbing down
Stay focused on the clock ‘cause my time is now
You can’t stop me, I’m here now ya heard me
As the world goes back outside
After quarantine gotta build back our pride
When you cruising in the whip sit back and ride
To this lyrical exercise , ya heard me

[Verse 2]

Just doing a little shit talking
Slick talking with the tongue on the mic like it’s a clit on it
Looking deep in her eyes I see this chick want it
She asks Youngin would you like me to sit on it
Well yes indeed I do
She stay in Maryland on the P.G. Side too
Politicking with my niggas, plotting on making millions
Marble all on the floor, and cars with stars on the ceiling
No kidding, but I feel like I’m the realist with the written
My penmanship is on a hundred billion, trillion, gazillion
Believe it, and you don’t need bifocals to see
That when my vocals release from the mind I’m undefeated
Never chemically treated, it’s all organic
That shit that make them dance like they Paula or Janet, cot dammit
I only do it for D.C
NorthEast ‘til I d-i-e ya heard me

[Hook]

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