Young Lords

(Verse) Straight up, off the jump it's fuck a pussy nigga I done been through hell so I can't hear ya.. They just tryna tell me how they do it, how you doing what cause all these niggas really out here losing, I been workin' tryna get it with my homies.. Told lil baby that I'm bringing home my trophies.. Bitch how could I be scared of a phony, I got real in my blood, yet these suckas think you know me, tell me what I got.. "foreign clothes, foreign hoes, that's how all my young lords roll." Okay we back in the present, unravel presents.. My fuckin' presence is a blessing and you stressing? Girl you better love the boy, the kid a winner.. Headed out to Cali, ain't no roof on in December.. Shit been gettin' crazy over here in New Detroit, we got the city on a wave, I know you hear me making noise, I'm cookin' crack up in the stu and now you feenin' for the boy, yeah you know I love the feelin, when you got it and you didn't have to get it, niggas hate you but they wanna be yo friend, and bitches tryna make it happen, you the one to make it end, and yo family not yo family cause yo family is yo niggas, and the girl you always wanted finally with you counting figures, you the greatest while you livin'..