Freshh Boy - Young & Getting It lyrics

Chorus: Okay it all started, With my state of mind. Pockets full of money, Dedicated grind. So turn on the lights, Its my time to shine. Why you hating on me? Im just living my life. (Im just young & imp getting it,) [Young & imp getting it](x3) Verse 1: Hell on earth thats my life, Dead at birth thats my life. Dive in first, Stay on sight. Let the fire burn, Through my windpipe. They seen me come from that pit, Slanging all those bricks. No money in my pockets, So Im tryna hit-ah-lick. Contract on my pillow, Ink pen in my hand. Maybe I should sign it, Or feed it to my trashcan. Dont need a record deal, Yo pockets look like midgets. Im tryna rack up millions, Now Im young & Im getting it. Rubber bands Im popping, Violence Im stopping. Streets what Im locking, Drama is what Im causing. Heavy sac like linebackers, stacked up no ritzcrackers. Young & Im getting it, Same book different chapter. Chorus: Okay it all started, With my state of mind. Pockets full of money, Dedicated grind. So turn on the lights, Its my time to shine. Why you hating on me? Im just living my life. (Im just young & imp getting it,) [Young & imp getting it](x3) Verse 2: 2 Chainz & Meek Mill, I look up to them like role models. Cant forget about Ace Hood, I see him as my God father. They seen me playing in that sand, Now Im swimming in that beach. Tryna by my land, 10 thousand square feet. Ciroc by the case-load, Swisher by the boxes. Young & Im getting it, Red lights wont stop me. Hemingway my hometown, Columbia my next. Johnsonville my partnerdem with all due respect. No food on the table, My brother stomach hurting. I know God is able, But it feels like he aint working. So I slang rocks for bankrolls, Hustle hard till d**h Row. Money spread like strep throats, Im counting bread with my kinfolks.