Young N***** - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

Verse 1 Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this tongue I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young But so you think that it's your destiny To get the best of me, but I suggest to be Quiet, bro', don't even try it from the east and west of me Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I'm not fakin' it Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track And when the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how Party people, I got know... how I kick it just like this... Verse 2 I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant Invite me to your house and I'll be chillin' like a resident Yes, cuz I'm that type of man Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y'all wonder Why I'm on top with all the other rappers under I make no errors, mistakes or blunders It's like a wedding, let no man put asunder My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts Smooth operator, female persuader Spot a fly girl and in a week I'm gonna date her I got the kind of style for the here and the now And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how Party people, I got know... how Bust it! Verse 3 MC's I'll ruin, cuz I know what I'm doin' I'll treat 'em like doublemint gum and start chewin' I spit 'em out when the flavour's gone And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn Cuz I'm tough like a bone, sly like Stallone Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often Hard as a rock and no sign I'll soften Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect I start to build like a builder from a architect Movin' all around, above and under the ground You see my face, and then you hear my sound Comin' atcha with the mic in hand I'm gonna take command just the way I planned Cuz I'm a one-man band and you are my fan Don't you understand? I'm like Superman Yeah, the Man of Steel, don't you know the deal? You better be for real, I got sex appeal This is what I feel, and this here's my vow And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how... and I'm chillin', never illin' In my mouth I got two fillin's... whatever! I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it...

Stress every night, yeah, it worries me too We can take back the words and I know we got issues But I'd rather be fighting than not be with you Yet I know what we have but I don't know what we'll lose You're telling me to go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Oh, you're telling me to go but I'm in no rush, no rush And I see you online with the new guy you talk to I pretend I'm okay but we both know I miss you When you lay there at night do you think of me too? Or am I just a ghost of somebody that you knew? You're telling me to go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Oh, you're telling me to go but I'm in no rush, no rush If you need me to go, I will go The seconds are harder to hold I know that we took it too fast so forgive me if I leave real slow Yeah, you're telling me go but I don't want to rush it Telling me go but I haven't adjusted Thought I was the only one that you were stuck with Feeling like I'm living and kicking the bucket I don't want to continue with no interceptions Please don't judge me with it No more co-defendant I'm gon' go-, I can't complete my sentence Ain't no rush at all I don't recall This alcohol gon' be my downfall Yeah, it's difficult to be here adapting I'm fine, I wasn't even thinking bout fronting on you In the back of my mind, I hear hearts and I gotta listen I'm inconsistent with keeping my distance But I take it on the chinny-chin-chin-chin I'm in no hurry to get up and go Stand in the sun and I'll sit in the snow Lay in the rain, run on the black ice It don't matter I'll weather the storm You're telling me go and I don't wanna leave I was up in your arms and you kept me warm And now I'm out in the cold in my short sleeve Please open the door 'cause it's for me Begging so hard I got sore knees When I hear your voice so go call me My hearts so fragile like fall leaves You're telling me to go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Oh, you're telling me to go but I'm in no rush, no rush If you need me to go, I will go The seconds are harder to hold I know that we took it too fast so forgive me if I leave real slow I know we took it too fast so forgive me if I leave real slow

He's got a Chevrolet that don't always run And the radio never turns down He's got a pedigree that's no good for nothing No commas in his bank account But there's a girl at the hole in the wall where he plays Don't take her eyes off the stage She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta That Silverado he got parked outside Loves a cranking '89 Alabama Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling For bad boys that their daddies don't like Small towns that keep staying small Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na Saturday nights Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na There's always pawn shops, sell beat-up guitars To a kid with some hand-me-down keys As long as leather jackets Keep stealing hearts like Elvis and Cash and James Dean There'll be a girl At the hole in the wall where he plays Don't take her eyes off the stage She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta That Silverado he got parked outside Loves a cranking '89 Alabama Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling For bad boys that their daddies don't like Small towns that keep staying small Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na Saturday nights Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na Tank of gas, some blue eyes and some beer in the back Falling way too fast for a Southern drawl from north of Atlanta That Silverado he got parked outside Loves a cranking '89 Alabama Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling For bad boys that their daddies don't like Small towns that keep staying small Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na Saturday nights Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na Yeah, Saturday nights Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na Young love and Saturday nights Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper