Neenyo - The Wild lyrics

[Produced by Neenyo] [Verse: VONTAYLOR] I'm too young to be frontin' how I feel When I was born it was nineteen-ninety-real From where I stand I don't see a ceiling Rain or shine b**h it's TAYLOR season Don't let distraction be your great escape Thats why I hit my n***as up just to motivate Young G's coming up together And the backwoods pack don't even last an hour, Férina It's the Mister Disney kid pop k**er No filter, but they'll invite that boy to family dinner Keeping my business, my business If we don't par thats cause my heart was never f**ing in it Ugh, watch me slap it up from start to finish Ugh, these n***as b**hin' they get slapped like b**hes In front of everybody, no one missed it But anyway, back to the money I'm Puff Daddy working for it n***as still broke, that's american horror stories Jeez, the dreams is Miles Davis deep Why? people my age ain't nothing more than sheep Why? f** boys act like a who*e in heat Why? b**hes on the strip is getting more discreet Had to make the old man my enemy The more I look at him, the less I see What's a critic? can't let the bullsh** bother you I'm strictly focussed on the form and the follow-through All-seeing, it's all within you, you feel it, live it Cause real n***as set they own limits, Férina Clipse grindin' n***a, up late up early f** your timing n***a, take it from you when I'm ready sh** is gnarly, Phil be grindin' 'til Purcells dirty I'm unruly momma never raised no average pitney Different then the n***as I got rolling wit me But them boys would lay in traffic for me Loyalty until I'm up with Whitney I go Wiggin's with it, acting like your favorite rookie The real North Hollywood the secrets over Film trucks on every street corner All these f**ing winters made a bunch of winners Boy you either with it or you up against us Hit 'Sauga for our Pho tradition I'm wit my homies, heart throbs from the television I'm going back to Cali with a bigger vision He on the come up too, booking movies, bout to k** it Young and dumb, I use to beg some n***as just to listen You know, the Kings of Coincidences Dog I been stealing flows from myself When really I never needed the help f** the clothes, see my city through these J Pollock flows Don't let these old n***as speak bout what a young boy know Matt Mogul, Brooklyn hanging out the Porsche window Let that young boy grow, it's just Von and The Co p**y boy you'd be naive to think your competition's staying idle Dog, survival is survival I hate to put this in an open letter You ain't the only one that's getting better I'm flying just for dinner with the Gods of Gotham Rappers, can't even make a living back where I'm from So you don't just sign when you rap this good They fed the wolf but he's back in the woods, you feel me The Wild