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letra de young g - dicon

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intro :

i’ma young g…

check (check it out)
check (check it out)
check it out, mic check
(check) check it out! (dicon)

people gossip ‘bout
i should be more proud
they say, rap is sh-t but
my rap is awesome one

get your b-tt off my block
take your t–th back
now f-ck off , b-st-rd
remember this baseball bat !

verse 1:

now wipe that blood off your nose
you have to get lost
‘cause all my people know about u
or you gonna be the ghost?

what is ya choice?
to be fake one or to be real
it’s survival of da fittest, so you
k!ll or be k!lled!

willing to k!ll and deal with every g
i hit up all my enemies
feminist women hate me
‘cause i’m versus the feminism. (b-tch !)

“shut the f-ck up
you’re opinion is cr-p!”
i heard it every time
i wanted just to show ‘em my rap

well, now i’m angry for that
b-boy became too brave
now i don’t need in their opinion
‘cause they are in my grave! (shiiiit)

that is how my
f-ckin’ world looks like
that is the world i have to see
during my harmful life!

my every day is full of promises
brutality and violence
silence makes me feel like i’ma painted
with black and white crayons

maybe one day i will find
my f-cking way out from da nightmare
but right now i have to make that b-tches
call me like their idol so…

chorus :

i’ma young g!
homie, look at me
and tell the only reason
why they act like md

so, i’ma young g
f-ggots wanna shoot me
but later on da street they see me
wanna shook hands with g

i’ma young g (yo’) (x8)

verse 2:

every day i take another step
and that every step is taken just to get respect

you think i’m rapping like vinnie paz
it’s meaningless, so i let you all just kiss my -ss!

you’re making cr-p, i’m not making that, i’m making rap
like heisenberg cooking meth in da “breaking bad”. (you godd-mn right!)

chillin’ with my homies on da block
we gonna hit you up, kick your b-tt, then we beat you up! (haha!)

fake mc wanna stay alive
it would better if they let me be the best rapguy

well, i’m rap-guide, i will show you every rhyme
entertain you, make you cry, make you fly till i die

feel da vibe, but i’ma young g so far
and anyone who thought that i would never be a rockstar

will see me face to face, then he gonna lose his face
i will teach ’em how to lose t–th right on da grace (’cause)

chorus :

i’ma young g!
homie, look at me
and tell the only reason
why they act like md

so, i’ma young g
f-ggots wanna shoot me
but later on da street they see me
wanna shook hands with g

i’ma young g (yo’) (x8)

outro:

yo’ f-ggots, remember that sound, those lyrics for all your miserable lives
20-18, dicon forever! hey!

- dicon

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