Young Boy Talk

(puffin) Uh huh

Sledgren

Uh -

Look nigga I'm the rawest, the mu'fuckin' animal

Want war? One phone call is how I handle you (whew)

On the grind, you pussy nigga's hate

Bitch I'm out in different states, politic'n, and gettin cake

Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them dollar signs

Run with them niggas holdin Glocks like it's columbine (pop, pop, pop)

I'm a star, ain't a choice so I gotta shine

Far as Pittsburgh, I'm the voice so I gotta rhyme

Grind all the time ever since the first day

Now I'm gettin cake like everyday became my birthday

Something like an earthquake, the way this shit drop

I be at the tip top posted with a big knot

You ain't know ho you sit at home and just watch

Less then haters, stone cold spectators

Same lame's turn out to be investigators

No where near comfortable need extra paper

Got the city on smash, the streets on lock

A hundred real niggas with their heats on cock

Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap

Plus the hood say they love to hear the young boy talk

Ay, ay

The jeans spent about a buck 45 on them

If he trick the team, buck 45's on him

When we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him

You scrubs show them groupies love, I just style on them

Seen me and my guys, blow a couple thou' on em

But don't trip I'm with a clique that's know to wild stump ya

Fuck around dump ya

You ain't heard, we in the Burgh

Nigga's put they gun down, fuck around, jump ya

Leave ya slump with ya block knocked off

I be ridin, something classic with the top dropped off

Rol