Young Blood Lyrics

Since a kiddo was the Sticky Bandit

Bad habits of doing damage

They had no chance at book fairs

I took what I wanted, ran with the punches

On top of punishment

Hunch that my dad got' rub it in

So no I won't go tell this man

Never going to go tell this man, no

Was taught to shave by my momma, something that niggas think

Would be the outcome to no pop but my dad on the scene

Connection lost at the cause that he didn't wanna see

His only boy throw his life away on a stupid dream

And I'm used to failing, don't know 'bout you

Doubtful 'bout smooth sailing all the way thru

But you know I can say the same things about you

Like you haven't a clue what a nigga been thru

Mind was young

Fell in love with

Someone who didn't think it's something

I was dumb; know you're leaving a hundred

I'm still young, fuck it up bitch

Won't arguе over the dumb shit

I'm not done 'til wе living above this

Oh no

Feeling I'm living it now

Ball's rollin' singing it proud

Reminding myself on how

Sad flows I'm kicking 'em out

These cali/valley girls split

When our roles are Oscar Proud

Their attention span is just shit

But I still single them out like

I don't want 2x4s placed in the house like it's all I know

Worked with my dad and I got that flow

Blue collar and all that will be unknown

Ooo!

Feeling worthless, she wouldn't leave without a purpose

Thinking "huh, I probably do deserve this"

Thinking how I'm a scumbag

How can I get her to come back

And like that, I get myself all sidetracked

And I'm used to failing, don't know 'bout you

Doubtful 'bout smooth sailing all the way thru

But you know I can say the same things about you

Like you haven't a clue what a nigga been thru

Mind was young

Fell in love with

Someone who didn't think it's something

I was dumb; know you're leaving a hundred

I'm still young, fuck it up bitch

Won't argue over the dumb shit

I'm not done 'til we living above this

Oh no

Can't imagine aye uh, what it would've been like (NO)

To not grow up in a city where pac from

Fell in love with beats I heard from the car lot drums

Think you heard a nigga like me but it's far none

Treat em like Moses, these posers I part them

Another annoying guest at the valet I park them

Leave they moms thinking they missing on cartons like bitch (AYE)

So you want to go to play me off as a joke?

Two times sure, third; I'll aim for your throat

Shots come down like I'm playing with drones

Problem with you, you playing one note

Me, they go raging

They thinking I'm pro

Real see real like we speaking in , speaking in

Code

Now I know that I'm bold

Let her go; winter froze

I see why (I-C-Y) I'm so cold

Let her blow

Thinking (OH YAY)