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Young N Dumb

 

Young N Dumb

(album: Hall Of Fame 2.0 - 2021)


We was out here gangbanging now
Posted on the block, my chain swanging

Oh, to be young and dumb
Don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Living every day hoping we survive, this the life of the slum
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much going on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

Pay attention to detail, made a million off my email
Out in Malibu stepping on seashells
But it could be a Glock 23 shell
Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed
Where I come from, we don't see Yale
Block baby, I'm a trap scholar
I really studied them streets well
Eyeball the work, we don't need scales
I got baking soda on resale
He'll do anything not to see jail
No respect if he act like a female
He really a bitch, uh, I gave my glizzy a switch
Four seconds, we empty a stick
Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh

Oh, to be young and dumb
Don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Living every day hoping we survive, this the life of the slum
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much going on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

Society got too many distractions
Every problem don't need a reaction
Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense
Even though kept his heat, he was lacking
Lost his homie, he seen the shit happen
Knee-deep in that beef, it was cracking
All this trauma increasing the damage
Hot shit with 'em demons attracting
This shit'll leave you writing love letters from a county cell
How you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors? Dead body smell
Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well
He just hoping the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell

Oh, to be young and dumb
Don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Living every day hoping we survive, this the life of the slum
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much going on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

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