Young boy always had a dream
Young boy never lived in fear
Young boy wanna make a scene
Young boy always wanna scream
Young boy always had a clue
Young boy knew what to do
Young boy always speak the truth
Young boy don't wanna act a fool
No matter what he do, they always call him rude
Young boy's tongue is cursed, tryna make a move
His middle fingers up, 'cause he don't give a fuck
They wanna cuff him up, even though he innocent
In a sense, he probably doing better than anybody living sin
But he's questioning: Will I die a hero, will I die a villain?
One quеstion: what's the fucking differencе?
And if He doing wrong, He ain't asking for forgiveness
It ain't up to you to call him a sinner
Young boy prayed to Allah, preached the words of God
Tryna live like a saint, allah-u akbar
Alaikum salam, Malique el shabazz
When malcolm speak to us, you know he go ruff
He might go to war with the nation of Islam
They come up with them guns
Last thing you hear is the poom poom
When the guns shot
Everybody shout, Everybody run
Left the Young body there, dead on the ground
Sta5firr allah M3a salam el-hajj
Now, he in a better place, but His legacy with us
Grown man never lived his dream
Grown man now is too busy
Grown man never do his ting
Grown man don't know what to think
Grown man dealing with regrets
Grown man living life in debt
Grown man never think in depth
Only thing he ask is who the fuck is X
Leverage leverage leverage
Work harder than the motherfucking average
Want 0's on my bank account just From making hits
Humble down, bitch, you ain't on my level
Leverage leverage leverage
MiDO working harder than the fucking rest
None of them do better, they ain't on my list
Gonna be a king With some diamond rings
I gotta feel good, so I work much better
Gotta do well just to get my cheddar
I want no love 'cause I'm just too fed up
None of them be real, doing too much chatter
Me 'pon dee work for dee better day
Me no get time for your recipe
Me wanna blow up like a handgrenade
Me gon' get cake like a Baker-man
Me brush my teeth make 'em go bling bling
Me gon get rich, wanna buy anything
Me don't like work like a broke ass Mannequin
Me wanna live good, thank Jah for blessing
I got the leverage
More than just average
I wanna be forever rich
Got people hopping on my dick
I'm sorry, yall, I'm on my shit
Bless Up
Young boy never lived in fear
Young boy wanna make a scene
Young boy always wanna scream
Young boy always had a clue
Young boy knew what to do
Young boy always speak the truth
Young boy don't wanna act a fool
No matter what he do, they always call him rude
Young boy's tongue is cursed, tryna make a move
His middle fingers up, 'cause he don't give a fuck
They wanna cuff him up, even though he innocent
In a sense, he probably doing better than anybody living sin
But he's questioning: Will I die a hero, will I die a villain?
One quеstion: what's the fucking differencе?
And if He doing wrong, He ain't asking for forgiveness
It ain't up to you to call him a sinner
Young boy prayed to Allah, preached the words of God
Tryna live like a saint, allah-u akbar
Alaikum salam, Malique el shabazz
When malcolm speak to us, you know he go ruff
He might go to war with the nation of Islam
They come up with them guns
Last thing you hear is the poom poom
When the guns shot
Everybody shout, Everybody run
Left the Young body there, dead on the ground
Sta5firr allah M3a salam el-hajj
Now, he in a better place, but His legacy with us
Grown man never lived his dream
Grown man now is too busy
Grown man never do his ting
Grown man don't know what to think
Grown man dealing with regrets
Grown man living life in debt
Grown man never think in depth
Only thing he ask is who the fuck is X
Leverage leverage leverage
Work harder than the motherfucking average
Want 0's on my bank account just From making hits
Humble down, bitch, you ain't on my level
Leverage leverage leverage
MiDO working harder than the fucking rest
None of them do better, they ain't on my list
Gonna be a king With some diamond rings
I gotta feel good, so I work much better
Gotta do well just to get my cheddar
I want no love 'cause I'm just too fed up
None of them be real, doing too much chatter
Me 'pon dee work for dee better day
Me no get time for your recipe
Me wanna blow up like a handgrenade
Me gon' get cake like a Baker-man
Me brush my teeth make 'em go bling bling
Me gon get rich, wanna buy anything
Me don't like work like a broke ass Mannequin
Me wanna live good, thank Jah for blessing
I got the leverage
More than just average
I wanna be forever rich
Got people hopping on my dick
I'm sorry, yall, I'm on my shit
Bless Up
( MIDO )
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