作词 : Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher/Junior Sinchi/Samuel Thanni 作曲 : Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher/Junior Sinchi/Samuel Thanni [Intro] (Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?) (Nick on the track) (Cook that shit up, Jay) It's YoungBoy (Khris James, what the ****?)
[Verse 1] Street nigga and she got a repressive body Youngin', don't you want your life? Don't be stupid, this ain't kamikaze How you 'posed to hustle? You can't focus, you out here takin' Roxies Knowin' I got the trick like Hocus Pocus, spread a drop of boxes
[Chorus] Hold your own young man Hold, hold Don't remember no love, oh Inside the streets, you wrong, go
[Verse 2] New York in a peacoat, catch me jumpin' out of taxis Just paid ten million for my taxes, no time for flashin' Transaction active, he too flashy What's the worse perhaps could happen? Result in him tied up on the other side of thе bed stuffed under thе mattress Tryna twist my world around like she a Rubik's Cube Tryna bring some love around to stop my hustle, I'll murder you She say, "You don't deserve me, stupid, you ****in' jerk, let go of my shirt" Since grandma died, I ain't go to church, she a gospel woman, the past hurt In that eight Atlantic section, [?] with VL Been a chef before a rapper, I was tryna show 'em that my recipes still good still Duckin' from Atlanta still, they didn't [?], they told a cop Told the bosses in my town, "I'm on the line, hold your cigar" Shots fired, we send 'em back, the neighbors said they saw us And they knowin' we can't control it but traffic takin' the name, [lil' boy?] Feelin' insecure, I could work you good but feel like a lil' boy That's just me, I'm thinkin' out loud but your bitch'll tell you, I go hard I done jumped up on my sleep, I'm on K2, it's not that boy No direction, ain't no plans, just tell Chris to just press record Just bought a new house for my girl, my daughters, and my lil' boys Six million, bitch, I'm sittin' on top the mountain like a stolo, nigga
[Chorus] Hold your own young man Hold, hold Don't remember no love, oh Inside the streets, you wrong
[Verse 3] Just did the time, he came hustler, was tryna turn it from backwards (What that mean?) He been tryna make the money, keep on stackin', education out the streets, don't need no lecture, pass Where I'm from, police, they don't like me 'cause I'm a rich ****in' bastard Turn it, I go faster, I come from stolen cars to my own whip Got a shooter inside with me, ain't got no name, they like, "Who own him?" Told the youngin' don't leave the backside of that door, they like, "Who zoned him?" Finally rich, I came home and turned around, they said they caught him Mathematics gon' switch my whole position, we play with numbers here Startin' indie, puttin' shit in the grave, this be them diggers, yeah Green flag tattoos all on they face, and they be quick to kill From the [?], holdin' my bitch body was a tip to get me drilled That [?] oughta murder, look who standin' still, Audemars, it can't stand it still Portrait painter can't even paint the kid DA tryna paint the picture, a lie, I can't, the truth, I bid Signing gentle bonds, still set the bid Dreamed of contract business as a kid
[Chorus] Hold your own young man Hold, hold Don't remember no love, oh Inside the streets, you wrong
作词 : Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher/Junior Sinchi/Samuel Thanni 作曲 : Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher/Junior Sinchi/Samuel Thanni [Intro] (Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?) (Nick on the track) (Cook that shit up, Jay) It's YoungBoy (Khris James, what the ****?)
[Verse 1] Street nigga and she got a repressive body Youngin', don't you want your life? Don't be stupid, this ain't kamikaze How you 'posed to hustle? You can't focus, you out here takin' Roxies Knowin' I got the trick like Hocus Pocus, spread a drop of boxes
[Chorus] Hold your own young man Hold, hold Don't remember no love, oh Inside the streets, you wrong, go
[Verse 2] New York in a peacoat, catch me jumpin' out of taxis Just paid ten million for my taxes, no time for flashin' Transaction active, he too flashy What's the worse perhaps could happen? Result in him tied up on the other side of thе bed stuffed under thе mattress Tryna twist my world around like she a Rubik's Cube Tryna bring some love around to stop my hustle, I'll murder you She say, "You don't deserve me, stupid, you ****in' jerk, let go of my shirt" Since grandma died, I ain't go to church, she a gospel woman, the past hurt In that eight Atlantic section, [?] with VL Been a chef before a rapper, I was tryna show 'em that my recipes still good still Duckin' from Atlanta still, they didn't [?], they told a cop Told the bosses in my town, "I'm on the line, hold your cigar" Shots fired, we send 'em back, the neighbors said they saw us And they knowin' we can't control it but traffic takin' the name, [lil' boy?] Feelin' insecure, I could work you good but feel like a lil' boy That's just me, I'm thinkin' out loud but your bitch'll tell you, I go hard I done jumped up on my sleep, I'm on K2, it's not that boy No direction, ain't no plans, just tell Chris to just press record Just bought a new house for my girl, my daughters, and my lil' boys Six million, bitch, I'm sittin' on top the mountain like a stolo, nigga
[Chorus] Hold your own young man Hold, hold Don't remember no love, oh Inside the streets, you wrong
[Verse 3] Just did the time, he came hustler, was tryna turn it from backwards (What that mean?) He been tryna make the money, keep on stackin', education out the streets, don't need no lecture, pass Where I'm from, police, they don't like me 'cause I'm a rich ****in' bastard Turn it, I go faster, I come from stolen cars to my own whip Got a shooter inside with me, ain't got no name, they like, "Who own him?" Told the youngin' don't leave the backside of that door, they like, "Who zoned him?" Finally rich, I came home and turned around, they said they caught him Mathematics gon' switch my whole position, we play with numbers here Startin' indie, puttin' shit in the grave, this be them diggers, yeah Green flag tattoos all on they face, and they be quick to kill From the [?], holdin' my bitch body was a tip to get me drilled That [?] oughta murder, look who standin' still, Audemars, it can't stand it still Portrait painter can't even paint the kid DA tryna paint the picture, a lie, I can't, the truth, I bid Signing gentle bonds, still set the bid Dreamed of contract business as a kid
[Chorus] Hold your own young man Hold, hold Don't remember no love, oh Inside the streets, you wrong
