Rexx Life Raj - Young Wardell lyrics

[Hook] Young Wardell, taking shots, swish Young Wardell, getting hot, swish Young Wardell, taking shots, swish Young Wardell, we don't ever miss Young Wardell, taking shots, swish Young Wardell, getting hot, swish Young Wardell, taking shots, swish Young Wardell, we don't ever miss [Verse 1] Ain't nobody gave me sh** I been out here taking risks Them n***as tallying ills That sh** just ain't making sense I took a trip to the Chi I sat first cla**, I can't lie Complimentary, all my beverages I was so drunk in the sky n***as can't look in my eyes I see through that disguise that you try to perpetuate n***as was rocking and turned against me Lot on my mind, I should meditate Berkley legend like I'm Green Day Spreading the wisdom I retain These hoes so thirst to get some love You should stop f**ing with cheap stakes I put my bread up, took a few losses Pops said keep my head up, I think I'm underrated Easily fed up when n***as ride a coat tail To get a leg up, this sh** is a set up We tryna do sh**, they don't wanna let us n***a we eating, that's bread and the lettuce After this money, that sh** is a fetish I pay up front, ain't no need for the credit [Hook] Young Wardell, taking shots, swish Young Wardell, getting hot, swish Young Wardell, taking shots, swish Young Wardell, we don't ever miss Young Wardell, taking shots, swish Young Wardell, getting hot, swish Young Wardell, taking shots, swish Young Wardell, we don't ever miss [Verse 2] We been super positive Could've been with the sh** Let my n***as sell a little weed He could've been here to lick Could've been ski mask Catching people slipping, b**h come out your wallet When you d**, supposed to do it all Tell me which ones out the pocket Some n***as don't have an option Burdens heavy on their conscience When you got kids, what the f** is a Minimum wage via direct deposit Get your money and keep flossing Get your money and keep flossing When you finally get to winning Pay attention and be cautious Hit it in the office after rolling coffee Praying to a god, I don't know his name Problem to myself, what the f** is fame But I do get there, not much of me changes I'm shaking hands with these strangers They treat me now like I'm famous I'm still feeling like I'm one of you We see the world from different angles