Commissoner Gordon - Young Bucks lyrics

[Intro: MK Asante] To all my young bucks. k** distractions, create energy, fear nothing, and attack everything. Yahmean [Verse One: MK Asante] MK, city of the Fresh Prince Where they carrry them Wessons & will Smith Real sh**, got deal wit, trife Dead bodies under street lights Half Past Midnight can't get right Cause we got vision, but we lost sight Like I had a best friend but he lost life Senseless cause nghz was centless Self destruction looking seductive Half the parts but no instructions So they looking the part but lack substance While my raps tap hearts like favorite cousins And Buzzfeed even said my buzz is buzzin Did what the pundits said I wasn't Reputiated the repugnant, like Dougla** And I write for young bucks in the ghetto Illustratin life on a higher level Show em how not to settle through the treble Problem with authority always been a rebel Rose from concrete always been a petal f** fear & doubt always been the devil Back when my own squad was like whateva Never doubted endeavas to betta my chedda Regardless of wherever wheneva whoeva Young boy, holy cow, tougher than leather ‘Summertime livin easy' sang Ella Hotel Fitzgerald ngh the views is stellar Reading Fitzegerald my ngh and knowin I'm better Than the veterans—MK—Letterman Dopeamine like instant messagin I'm loosin em, let me talk about s** again How my dick long, stamina Mexican But that New Jim Crow got my next of kin Oscar, Trayvon, they tryna next the kid Black, fly, handsome, intelligent Estrogren pressed to get next to him But I'm focused like I be snorting Dexedrine Plus nuts, I ain't take my medicine Q & A – f** I ain't better than? ("What's your name?") ("fu*k YOU, that's my name!!") [Verse Two: King Mez] This feet up at the new crib music Lotta n***as that I know never made it out So I salute to those who did do it Coulda starved to d**h ya shirt see rib through it Lotta people lack heart won't live through it Get the unction to fight better give to it Bring life to the world when i write Ya'll n***as black and white I'm Roy G Biv through it Fought a lot, it was on if you played me Smart but artistic school system couldn't grade me On me, you ain't wanna see me in the ones boy Set of good clippers couldn't even fade me Rap n***as dont unpack ya suitcase I really doubt the game gone let you stay On IG, spending your advance Got a loan tryna cover how you balled like a toupee See you with the chains, but not affording none n***as k** for the j**els like its sorta fun And they got K's And they got K's And they got K's Not the kind that come with 401's Love for the gun, no short of thugs, more'll come Cause we teach war to them, it ain't what it was Do it effect the brain well I'm sure it does Do it effect the life, ask coroners Highschool when the cops brought the k-9's through One of my best friends had the bag of hash Wanted to make bread so he had to dash Bathroom break, met up with who had the cash real quick Even though the gra** was a** So much the dogs couldn't smell it walking past the stash Told them n***as look, meet us after cla** Or we can do it right now I don't have to pa** See how, we do when the rappers flash All these n***as act, don't nobody have to cast And we live the life even if the casket crash For the bread n***as, Even if we have to blast Word, even if we have to blast Grew up to get loot up Lil n***as shoot up Nobody blink, don't nobody bat the lash Really tho? I just have to ask, Do y'all see this? [Outro: MK Asante] Be patient and tough. Some day this pain will be useful to you