[intro]
[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
Turn the mic up roll up a head
I chill on the beats like a hole in the meds
You lie in the beats like you going to bed
And most rhymes that I drop go over your head
Load up the tunes like we load up the led
Me and Carns probably choking on zeds
Fresh to d**h, yeah all my clothes all dead
Homie please dont push me i am close to the edge
Yeah, still posing a threat
We dont pose with a sket
Make the ghost out of flesh
Blow blow blow blowww
And these rappers stay close to the feds
I stay close to my gloves, the snub close to my legs
And they still biting flows from my last tape
This Is cla** a, wrap it up in mask tape
My G blast trey, slap it off and walk way
Im In the fast lane, wrap it up and laugh rage
Still acting a fool
Its time to take these old dons right back to school
Everybody wavey now they rapping all cool
But you can't swim laps In a paddling pool, Watchu say youungsssssssss
Yeah you know what It do
Rap ain't my religion but the flows so true
I got red hot bars but my vocals Is blue
No crip, no blood, I ain't promoting no crew
Yeah, but the boys still confused
I tried walking with God, Im still walking with who?
Some say Im overrated, I say Its overly due
You couldn't do my laces, Let alone walk in my shoes
And thats out to everybody, yeah Im talking to you and you and you and you
Sse we came from the bottom, then we grew then we grew
Either we were shotting or we would move to a move
I turn an eights to a Q, a Q to a Half
Im just a goon on the tune
But now when I drop a vid on youtube
20,000 + views, f** a 2 in a Q
[Hook:Youngs Teflon]
Watchu say youngssssssssss
Like, I used to hit the kitchen lights
Dash a bit of dark out, flip a little light
Now I get It In when I flip It on the mic
So brudda you tell me if this the frigging lights
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