Young Hungry & Bold

(专辑： The De2our - 2020)

We used to fuck around and skip school on the daily (On the daily)
Then on the weekend we could break into the business skating
I'm faded on a couple forties, I should check the buzz (Check the buzz)
And getting judged by all these people when I'm with my homies freestyling on the bus (On the bus)
On to the next spot like I'm just tryna cruise
I don't wanna fuck with cops, I got a gram of weed up in my shoes (In my shoes)
You know the ones, the Muska 901s
I've been tryna find a fresh pair on eBay wit' no luck (No luck)
Yeah, I'm like what the fuck I gotta do to impress? (Impress)
You only fuck with each other, that shit is incest (Incest)
I want the love 'cause y'all are fake with all the respects
So give me the ball and let me shoot, I haven't missed yet (Missed yet)
The fucking misfitted rapper, what's got these people listening
Ever since high school I've been the target to start some shit with
Get on the mic and I'm going off on the looking nitwits
So you got some issues with homie? I got the whole subscription
Listening to all this radio, you swear it's gospel (Swear it's gospel)
And I'm more like a mix of R.L. Stine and graphic novels (Graphic novels)
Michael Postle, some rejects that you've been writing off
And coming back to haunt you motherfuckers when the lights are gone

Yeah, make a fuss
Taking the game and we shake it up
We'll probably never make the cut
But none of us ever gave a fuck (Gave a fuck)
And they like "why you killing it in every verse?" (In every verse)
Man, I only work this hard 'cause I'm so insecure

So put your hands up if you ain't ready to die
And give a damn about the hate, we just take it and stride
And tell 'em fuck that, we ain't ready to go
We killed the game young, hungry, and bold, let's go
And put your hands up if you ain't ready to die
And give a damn about the hate, we just take it and stride
And tell 'em fuck that, we ain't ready to go
We killed the game young, hungry, and bold, let's go

Yeah, I bring the thunder like I'm Odin's son (Odin's son)
The way I grip the mic like holding on to golden gun (Golden gun)
And blowing up if any rapper talking shit again
I'm on my Mortal Kombat shit like finish him (Finish him)
We Independent, this a movement, man, this ain't a hobby
I'm on my Logic shit like I don't fuck with nobody (Nobody)
We got the club popping
But yo my social anxiety got me needing to get the fuck out like right now
I'm dropping nerd shit on every single song I'm on
Until my shows are looking like a San Diego Comic-Con
And y'all about as edgy as some white suburban soccer moms
And this more captivating than a Tarantino monologue (Monologue)
Applaud the god but I'm stepping on to the stage
I'm like a cosmonaut the way I'm manuvering through this space
A new phenomenon of music when I'm landing in the place
I know the aftershock I leave will be felt in all fifty states
Uh, the next phase of this game and I am the future (Future)
It's Tom Holland taking the place of Robert Downey Jr. (Robert Downey Jr.)
On my Stephen King shit, leading the club of losers
'Bout to take down these clowns with a few words, yeah (Few words)

See I'm more ready than ever
'Cause when the labels didn't want me I just made my shit better
Learned to build it on my own without anybody to help
And when the labels call now I'm like "go to hell"

So put your hands up if you ain't ready to die
And give a damn about the hate, we just take it and stride
And tell 'em fuck that, we ain't ready to go
We killed the game young, hungry, and bold, let's go
And put your hands up if you ain't ready to die
And give a damn about the hate, we just take it and stride
And tell 'em fuck that, we ain't ready to go
We killed the game young, hungry, and bold, let's go