Yung Boys World

God feel me God feel me Ride low Feel me Feel me Weezy-F where you at? [Verse 1] Look, A straight up Compton nigga til Im 6 feet Like Iverson be Ride and die for mines Its just me No side on mines Because I don’t need niggas switching sides on mines Childhood friends become enemies Don’t pay’em no mind Do your mind like they did Kennedy's Closed casket Ghetto boys world where we make the murder bracket High shore taxes High by the dead beat daddy’s and the mama’s who can smoke the rock the fastest So he told Lamas middle finger to ya I never fuck hoes with no condom Not a high school graduate Hustlin is where his passion is Hit the blunt then passin it, hit the bottle then passin it Hit the gas, hit the brake, hoppin out, blastin it Where da cash, where da safe? A robbery’s taking place Give it to him willingly; he’s killing you anyway because it thrills him You can almost see his adrenaline pumping Hey young world we are the children [Hook] It’s a young boys world out here We gotta dredge-it up and down these blocks you got to know It’s a young boys world out here I swear to god you gotta feel me Look..standin on the corner with crack rocks and marijuana Burner glue, dough and I’m duckin police In California state penitentiary livin Feelin like the whole fuckin world don’t love him So fuck yall Keep thuggin til the casket drops Gangsta down to the socks Wankstas betta beware tryin to be what you not Just look at his position and the city he live in Bang the hood like a head on car collision Bang his tool like a mechanic up under the engine Knocking on they doors telling neighbors mind they business Cause 9s can finish off any eyewitness Don’t call the lieutenant miss Parker he meant it I’m the author of these delinquents that got you timid See to you he’s a menace but to me these my niggas I do this shit for my niggas locked up in that system Jason head hold ya head Jewel keep written sentences Maybe these jail sentences nothing but a young boys demise And a reminder every time you walk outside [Hook] Feel Me….Feel Me Real Talk, whats up Look, my nigga just had a daughter Only way to feed his daughter Said he hustlin harder hope no charges get brought up Tryin to stay out of gunplay so he see her tomorrow Back inside the gunplay soon as his homies call him For that mission again on they mission again Pop another blue pill then feel relentless again Waking up in cold sweats see the image again Nightmares of his victims keep on visiting him Plus his people keep telling him use your common sense So he tell’em retaliation is commencing That’s all they know as a Compton kid Living only for the moment fuck a consequence His accomplishments lays deep within The black heart that hoes be hatin violence Use violence as his defense so in his defense remain militant I’m the voice of hell that we be livin in So when the devil got they tongue I be speakin for them Talk to me, [Hook] talk to me I’m the voice of hell that we be livin So when the devil got they tongue I be speakin for them Yung boys [Hook 2] It’s a young boys world out here I said im out here baby I said I’m out here baybay If you livin in this life blessed one day at a time Its your world young boy you can heal or destroy Make it wrong or make it right Its your world you decide Said its yours young boy Said its yours young boy Oh oh oh hey hey yaya baby yaya baby