It's Just Us

[Verse 1: Youngin] I'm focused you know this But they do not want me to win Maybe it's cause I'm older and they noticed That I'm not a rookie I'm a veteran And I'm much better get on my level I'm like an audemars piguet bezel And you not you so wack You're like a rusted piece of metel Bitch you lame, and my name is Y-O-U-N-G-I-N Lincoln Heights I represent D.C. will never lose cause me I win And I'm headed for the top, get off my dick though My man will whip out if you get close I pull my dick out of these big clothes And your hoe will bounce on it like a 6-4 Bitch I'm here, and I'm not going nowhere So you can continue to stare At my hair, like a queer While I remain fly like a motherfucking leer jet Are we there yet nigga I am I been chilling and waiting for you to catch up Sleep on me I'm use to that bruh Lightskin, cornrows, still doing that stuff (Sheesh) I do me, while everybody else do Tunechi I stand out while you stand in, I"m double 6 plus two 3's Devil in the flesh I told you that, 2013 I'm owning that And if I'm made in his mold then (these niggas won't hold me back) [Hook: Youngin] Nigga stop sleeping on me, wake your ass up I took a break just to see if you can catch up (2x) So catch up And my team, we winning And this is just the beginning Got my chest out, when I look up Ain't no competition (nah) it's just us [Verse 2: Youngin] Ghost Payne, Young Strike Those are the ones I fuck with I ain't say your name cause you not tight And your career can kick the bucket Bitch I'm bad, just like Micheal in his prime, and it is time For me to let loose on this microphone Go up against me boy you out your mind My dog Young Strike, said "keep going You be flowing, niggas ain't knowing" I got your girl sick, she's under the weather Cause I make it rain while my wrist is snowing (brrr) that's ill, Nyquil Veteran dog and better than all I'm 'bout to go Queen Latifah in this bitch And set it off Cause I'm pissed, the game is polluted with shit Nigga what the fuck is this How they get in, somebody please show them the exit Before I hit them with six, from my gift I'm talking these lyrical hollow tips and I will not miss Trust me dog, you don't wanna be the reason That I gotta write a diss, hehe Be clear, D.C., we here I'm reppin' that NorthEast so we ain't going N.E.where I am ahead of my time and I'm trying to embed it into your mind Every line that I rhyme and as long as I'm here You can sit back hip-hop is fine, I got it [Hook]