Peezy, Motown Ty, Overlord Scooch, G.T. - YRN lyrics

(David Wesson)

Raised by OGs, I was taught by the best
You was raised on IG
So you was taught by the 'net
See you wearin' fake shit
You wasn't taught how to flex
Get your whole face hit
A nigga talk out his neck
Run with killers and robbers
Specialize in narcotics
We dealers, y'all scammers, we don't
Make the same profit, we get it
Switch the lane from sellin'
Dope to buyin' houses if all else fails
You know it's back to sellin' powder
Came from public housing to
Bathin' in marble showers
Ain't got a nine-to-five
Still get paid by the hour
Stack it up like a tower


Smokin' on the best flower
Love my niggas, I got 'em
Wouldn't trade 'em for a dollar
'Cause niggas know that I ain't scared
To get my hands dirty find out the hard way
You ever put your hands on me
Keep runnin' out of dope
It's like the shit got legs on it
And anything I ever said, bitch
I stand on it we some stand-up niggas who
They expected to crack
Caught the case and stayed quiet
They respect me for that
When Icewear got locked up
I put the team on my back
Disrespect my nigga name, I put
Some cheese on your hat, nigga

These niggas can't stomach how I ball
I got hoes prayin' that I lose it all
You know I trap all day so
I can play all night
Young rich nigga livin' life
Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)
Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)

Niggas swear they gettin' cheese
But they classless and bummy
If the feds wanted you
They wastin' taxpayers' money
I'm at Saks blowin' stacks, in AZ
Not as sunny
I can't find a pair of drawers in the D
You niggas funny i sip Clicquot at 2: 20
Eatin' lobster rolls with London
I just bought my bitch a presi'
She don't need to pump her stomach (yeah)
I hit the yard with Vicelords, nigga
All is well if I feel threatened, nigga
We gon' fill your car with shells
Niggas still rappin' 'bout buffs and
Ain't bought a pair (Boy)
I'll have my nigga spin your
Block like a barber chair (yeah)
At the bottom, we started there
Now we all in here
Went broke and had to start
Again, the bag in, call your friends
New body Range Rover shaped like a Yukon
(yeah) did it for the times I
Was sleepin' on the futon (Remember)
Is he still rappin'? Niggas wonder
What is Scooch on? Bitch, I'm gettin' money
I ain't worried 'bout a new song overlord

These niggas can't stomach how I ball
I got hoes prayin' that I lose it all
You know I trap all day so
I can play all night
Young rich nigga livin' life
Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)
Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)

Rock it plain, young dog
'cause I was taught to invest it
I rode the 'Hound so much
I just wanted a necklace
Talked to P the other day, he just chillin'
Relaxin' first day out
Mansion and a 'Dweller implanted
We done pulled up in all that, big trucks
All vests
Havin' talks with Wilson like, "Nigga
Make it all wet"
Lost a couple times, made that shit all back
Before I fall off, lil' nigga, I'ma fall back
Stay on your grind every day
You gotta crawl back
Chillin' in the slums, no gun
With like sixty racks
You ain't no real drank sipper
You ain't sippin' Act'
Poured so much lean in this bitch
It got the pop flat
These niggas can't stomach how a nigga ball
We could build a crib how
These bricks gettin' dropped off
If we got beef
We gettin' you and your top dog
Ridin' with the top off
Still gettin' topped off

These niggas can't stomach how I ball
I got hoes prayin' that I lose it all
You know I trap all day so
I can play all night
Young rich nigga livin' life
Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)
Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)