203 Youngin'

Lemme tell you bout youngin from the 203 Momma raised him all his life his pops was runnin in them streets Used to wanna play them sports and put his momma on Tv But see they way that life is set he started hangin in them streets And when his cousins died to numb the pain he started smokin weed Drinking liquor tryna party tryna be part of the scene Slamming niggas thru the earth cause he had anger to release Zero patience for the goofy shit just wanna be at peace Everyday it's constant battle in his head From the moment he wake up to the second he go to bed Tryna move a certain way his cousin got hit wit that lead He know the streets is dangerous he gotta focus on that bread He wanna wop now He standin on that block now He got in tune wit drug dealers so he movin rock now He never did before but see he watchin for the cops now And niggas always hated him he watchin for his opps now He had issues inna last so he don't trust too many niggas His own blood did him wrong before so he ain't even trippin He just on a mission Tryna get chicken Cause money hittin And he boolin wit his shorty he ain't trippin over bitches He gon thrive and he gon strive to turn them rags into riches He gon keep up or fall behind ain't tryna get caught on them fences Tryna level up cause he ain't comfortable wit how he livin Need that cheddar chicken cheese and he gon get it out the trenches See you only got 1 life to live you better live it right Or them killers knockin at ya door to come and take ya life You open up and see that barrel in ya face then see the light And youngin seein all this money tryna see what that shit like And see what niggas didn't know this youngin on go He a prolly blast a nigga then act like he don't know He a definitely ask a nigga if they really want smoke He a definitely thrash a nigga if he puttin on a show And youngin ain't fa fun and games He tryna get his money up he posted by that corner store not fuckin wit the lames 3 deep 4 5 they tryna catch a stain Cause all them niggas pockets fucked up and them bills been needin pay Tryna move his niggas out the trenches shit been gettin wicked Niggas bitches they ain't gangsta they battled they choose and pick it I mean pick and chose and you know these niggas be in they feelins Gotta stay on point cause niggas be Simpin might gotta rinse him Tryna get in position for his momma to touch some chicken He don't play about his OG somebody a come up missin He don't say shit more than once so when he speak better listen He a youngin from the 203 and he up on a mission Gang