Stalley, Nipsey Hussle, Rick Ross - Fountain of Youth lyrics

Huh! Fountain of youth
May our legacies live forever
Huh! (M-M-Maybach Music)

All my niggas quiet but we burning loud
Makaveli to the max, never turn it down
MAC-11 in a Benz, how you like me now?
I run the city so my
Closet look like Nike Town
Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income?
Am I fucking your bitches? Is it official?
My nigga did a dime
Didn't learn a thing from it
Came home in two weeks, got him a 600
Get a text from the boss:
You know them bricks coming
Chicks at the beach house like
They gon' miss something
From the trenches I rose
Only loving the dough
From the Chevy to Rolls
Now it's fur on the floor
Smoke an ounce of the truth
That's my fountain of youth
RIP to Mr shakur, this one is for you
Nipsey Hussle and I got my
Nigga Stalley on it
Double MG burning out in Cali on it
(Maybach Music)

Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental, keys
Got me sentimental, look
(Maybach Music)

These rap books buried in gold
The treasure of a million men
Versace shades trimmed in gold
My life's big like them cameras explode
And capture this rags to riches
Story that I unfold
The youth fountain for the few counting
Made money but who's counting?
It's hard stunting living
In subsidized housing
Every bag you bring though the door
Dude's counting
And every new girl you bring through
Dude's hounding
They want your youth so they watch your moves
From your pinky ring down to
How you lace your shoes
Rope chains with the precious jewels
The dope game had impression rules
So what they did with cocaine
And a couple spoons
Had the whole hood acting like goons
Tryna be the richest, tryna the be flyest
Claim to be balling, end up like Len Bias
Screaming from the bottom of
This fountain here
Nothing but silence! (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental, keys
Got me sentimental, look

Laces in my blue Chucks
Represent my bros first
Staring at my Rollie bezel as I soul search
Run this money marathon 'til my soles hurt
But no materials could measure
What my soul's worth i wanted everything
Feel like I had no choice
Young niggas wishing on a
Star like Rolls Royce
Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work
I made a promise
Give me options and I cold turk'
Sick of sitting on the side
While it's game point recurring dream
Tryna scream but ain't had no voice
Crazy lady speaking tongues said
It's gon' work never vocalize my visions
Actions was my spokespers'
Study rich niggas' moves like my homework
Sacrilegious however
Streets was my own church
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental, keys
Got me sentimental, look

Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental, keys
Got me sentimental, look

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