Yung Boys World
God feel me god feel me
Ride low feel me
Feel me weezy-F where you at?
Look, A straight up Compton nigga
Til Im 6 feet like Iverson be
Ride and die for mines its just me
No side on mines because I don’t need niggas
Switching sides on mines
Childhood friends become enemies
Don’t pay’em no mind
Do your mind like they did Kennedy's
Closed casket ghetto boys world where we
Make the murder bracket high shore taxes
High by the dead beat daddy’s and the mama’s
Who can smoke the rock the fastest
So he tote llamas middle finger to ya
I never fuck hoes with no condom
Not a high school graduate
Hustlin is where his passion is
Hit the blunt then passin it
Hit the bottle then passin it
Hit the gas, hit the brake, hoppin out
Blastin it where da cash, where da safe?
A robbery’s taking place
Give it to him willingly he’s killing
You anyway because it thrills him
You can almost see his adrenaline pumping
Hey young world we are the children
It’s a young boys world out here
We gotta dredge-it up and down these
Blocks you got to know
It’s a young boys world out here
I swear to god you gotta feel me
Lookstandin on the corner with
Crack rocks and marijuana
Burner glue, dough and I’m duckin police
In California state penitentiary livin
Feelin like the whole fuckin
World don’t love him so fuck yall
Keep thuggin til the casket drops
Gangsta down to the socks
Wankstas betta beware tryin to
Be what you not
Just look at his position and
The city he live in
Bang the hood like a head on car collision
Bang his tool like a mechanic
Up under the engine
Knocking on they doors telling
Neighbors mind they business
Cause 9s can finish off any eyewitness
Don’t call the lieutenant miss
Parker he meant it
I’m the author of these delinquents
That got you timid
See to you he’s a menace but
To me these my niggas
I do this shit for my niggas
Locked up in that system
Jason head hold ya head
Jewel keep written sentences
Maybe these jail sentences nothing but
A young boys demise
And a reminder every time you walk outside
Feel Me, feel Me real Talk, what's up
Look, my nigga just had a daughter
Only way to feed his daughter
Said he hustlin harder hope no
Charges get brought up
Tryin to stay out of gunplay
So he see her tomorrow
Back inside the gunplay soon as
His homies call him
For that mission again on they mission again
Pop another blue pill then
Feel relentless again
Waking up in cold sweats see the image again
Nightmares of his victims keep
On visiting him
Plus his people keep telling him
Use your common sense
So he tell’em retaliation is commencing
That’s all they know as a Compton kid
Living only for the moment fuck a consequence
His accomplishments lies deep within
The black heart that hoes be hatin violence
Use violence as his defense so
In his defense remain militant
I’m the voice of hell that we livin' in
So when the devil got they tongue
I be speakin' for them
I’m the voice of hell that we be livin
So when the devil got they tongue
I be speakin for them yung boys
It’s a young boy's world out here
I said I'm out here baby I
Said I’m out here baby
If you livin in this life blessed
One day at a time
It's your world young boy you
Can heal or destroy
Make it wrong or make it right
It's your world you decide
Said it's yours young boy
Said it's yours young boy
Oh oh oh hey hey yaya baby yaya baby