Yung Body Ol' Soul

Thank you God Yeah Made it passed twenty-one Breezed through twenty-two Gifted like I'm twenty-three Smoked a lot of Kush at twenty-four I had to let it be At twenty-five I said f*ck this shit Just let the pain speak Speak Barely lookin twenty-six Know a couple twenty-six But we can't really speak on this I see yall slither I see we slime I see we slatt the same Bout to turn twenty-seven No numbers game Yeah Just that young body old soul Bring back the Mary Jane Throw away the cocaine Broke as f*ck high as f*ck Can't even feel the pain I ain't mad at nature but it pours when it rains Yeah Just that young body old soul Bring back the Mary Jane Throw away the cocaine Broke as f*ck high as f*ck Can't even feel the pain I ain't mad at nature but it pours when it rains Yeah Young body old soul It's that, Young body old soul Yeah First record twenty eleven Momma heard it up in heaven Ten years later Now its DAMN on the instrumental Know this shit ain't accidental This flow ain't no rental Do this for my block And my lil niggers with IG handles Can't forget my D boys Pushin shit you cannot handle Couple camel toes comin Finna ride the saddle Bout to feel some figures How you figure baby, How's your handles Tryna hit her friend I heard her pussy sweet like Diddle Daddle Pablo gave em cocaine The Indies gave us sugar cane I don't need a ticket Just a blunt to be like aeroplane Brodie took one in the chest Swear to God we couldn't sleep But big brodie strapped now But somehow he comes in peace Yeah Its that young body old soul Bring back the Mary Jane Throw away the cocaine Broke as f*ck high as f*ck Can't even feel the pain It's not that kinda party throw away the heavy thangs Finna break the media Coz ya'll ain't hearin us Bosses move in silence That's that Trap Encyclopedia I ain't flippin pages She surprised the way I'm reading her Got her screamin Handyman Right back while I'm drillin her Might just put a kid in her But I ain't feelin her You know she's for the streets But got you paying for her feelings bra If you talkin down imma have you Runnin for a living bra Where I'm from its Trap or die We ain't talkin music bra We just turn your squad to John Does and Plain Janes Just got off the mellow plane Nominate me Soul Train Tryna get a window seat Play me till I fall asleep DAMN King Snyper everywhere I should've been Street Sweep Finna run the streets Just like Nazo and Stricty If the Sniper jammin We gonn place em in a guillotine We don't slip We slide dawg These Pumas ain't on heavy feet Ally Kings fly bro Can't you see the fleet I just jump on wax Foot on their necks like I never knew defeat Spend a couple minutes With the sample Then I lace this shit God bless the lyricist Long way from the pharmacist Used to drink that mud With these styrofoams and chalices Workin on my songs Tryna make my flower bloom Troy be going crazy in my ear Like I need to get to Bloem Way too many songs Catching dust in my fucking room I put this on my life Just like my EP dawg I'm coming soon Yeah Just that young body old soul Bring back the Mary Jane Throw away the cocaine Broke as f*ck high as f*ck Can't even feel the pain I ain't mad at nature but it pours when it rains Yeah Young body old soul Bring back the Mary Jane Throw away the cocaine Broke as f*ck high as f*ck Can't even feel the pain I ain't mad at nature but it pours when it rains Yeah Young body old soul So so Ey, Young body old soul Yeah El' Presidenté Underage Sensei Haaa Oooh