Mercy Great - Young Boy

Young boy young boy young boy you better be all about your dough
Young boy young boy young boy in this world you gotta stay up on your toes
Young boy young boy young boy yo mama ain’t raising no bitch
Young boy young boy young boy all that money but you’ll never be rich
Young boy young boy young boy you just child running wild
Young boy young boy young boy when you going put the gun down
Young boy young boy young boy you need to go and make yo mama proud
Young boy young boy young boy you going find yourself underground
Murder murder in my city on a block you never heard of it get chilly windy hot
And really you’ll never feel it til it pop with little shorty who be jigging Millie rock
They not from they Harlem they ain’t dancing no they not they hit the block see a opp and let off shots
Eliminate the head make it to the top no order they just scoring you see the charts
Ooh who got hit it just another man down
These morgues getting rich everyday it’s a new body found
Teenage girls doing dicks gotta teach my daughter fore I’m not around
You should make good investments no stock but you re-ing up on pounds
I try reach em man I try to teach em for they laid up in a coffin mama wheezing
This is summertime Chicago drama season I just wanna see us win not defeated.
I see god then blessed me and it’s not from sneezing I’m the hottest nigga in this popping region
Yeah it’s trap but it’s soul with political meaning I’m say we some angels we labeled as demons
Young boy young boy young boy you better be all about your dough
Young boy young boy young boy in this world you gotta stay up on yo toes
Young boy young boy young boy yo mama ain’t raising no bitch
Young boy young boy young boy all that money but you’ll never be rich
Young boy young boy young boy you just child running wild
Young boy young boy young boy when you going put the gun down
Young boy young boy young boy you need to go and make yo mama proud
Young boy young boy young boy you going find yourself underground
Wish the cemetery was my military all these graves filled with many visionaries
Why we kill each other should be getting married building villages instead it’s commissary
No concealed and carried that my given right when you black they ain’t caring
You ain’t got not merits you ain’t got no freedom waiting just to parish
We need to come together and just build our own
Do the same thing that they did in Rome
Build a army who go kill and blow
For they people and that’s all they know
Shout out my homies on Stoney I’m stop at tarus n get me a hogue
You living that life who going be there for shorty
Who going be there for og she in the morgue morning
She mourning
Young boy young boy young boy you better be all about your dough
Young boy young boy young boy in this world you gotta stay up on yo toes
Young boy young boy young boy yo mama ain’t raising no bitch
Young boy young boy young boy all that money but you’ll never be rich
Young boy young boy young boy you just child running wild
Young boy young boy young boy when you going put the gun down
Young boy young boy young boy you need to go and make yo mama proud
Young boy young boy young boy you going find yourself underground

Written by:
Michael Phillips

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