Young Nigga - Gucci Mane

I keep a MAC-11 on my fucking seat

Can’t let them beat me up like Rodney King

I used to have a dream something like doctor King

Bought a Mac 90 with a fucking beam

Cuz these niggas killing for the letter B

These young niggas killing for the letter C

These young niggas killing for the letter P

These young niggas killing for the letter V

I got money, pounds and bullets like my nigga Wee

I put my faith in God, I know he believe in me

R.I.P. my nigga Dunk, I see you in my sleep

Remember when I used to sell like 50 bricks a week

I got some shooters and my shooters don’t shoot at the knee

If you get caught with all that 3 don’t say you copped from me

They gave my nigga 30 year, couldn’t even cop for plea

You wanna take it to the street, we can keep it street

I grab a nigga in the street, they found him on the beach

The richest street nigga living, go call Robin Leach

I scrape ace and them sixes with the Georgia Peach

Now reverend you better watch, I practice what I preach

I knew I could never teacher dead police

I keep a MAC-11 on my fucking seat

Can’t let them beat me up like Rodney King

I used to have a dream something like doctor King

Bought a Mac 90 with a fucking beam

Cuz these niggas killing for the letter B

These young niggas killing for the letter C

These young niggas killing for the letter P

These young niggas killing for the letter V

T5DOA, I’m back up on the street

Probably blowing sour cuz ain’t nothing sweet

I show you my power if you fuck with me

If you dead in an hour, that’s just what it be

For the love of me

Killing for the letters, better get your cheddar

Cuz it usually gets worse, before it gets better

I ain’t a body shooter, I’m what you call a «header»

And I hope they remember you, cuz I’m tryna forget ya

You ain’t even gotta flex, I’m still tryna stretch ya

Prayin' ain’t gon' help you, just hope I don’t catch ya

Stay the fuck out of my way, that’s all I suggest ya

They killin' for the letter P, yeah that’s that pressure

I keep a MAC-11 on my fucking seat

Can’t let them beat me up like Rodney King

I used to have a dream something like doctor King

Bought a Mac 90 with a fucking beam

Cuz these niggas killing for the letter B

These young niggas killing for the letter C

These young niggas killing for the letter P

These young niggas killing for the letter V

Young niggas drilling everything they see

Young niggas juuging just to fucking eat

Young niggas dying screaming «rest in peace»

It’s a cold, cold world in these fucking streets

It’s a lot of young niggas that just love to beef

40 with the drum, nigga, I can’t wait to squeeze

When you see the Zoo comin', watch these niggas freeze

Young niggas getting money, money all I see

All I do is hear money, money all I free

It’s a smooth 50k in these Robin jeans

It’s a Zoovier with Gucci Mane, the fuck you mean?

I’m a young nigga living out my fucking dreams

SQUAD!

I keep a MAC-11 on my fucking seat

Can’t let them beat me up like Rodney King

I used to have a dream something like doctor King

Bought a Mac 90 with a fucking beam

Cuz these niggas killing for the letter B

These young niggas killing for the letter C

These young niggas killing for the letter P

These young niggas killing for the letter V

Yeah

What nigga you know get you 8−9 mixtapes while he locked up, nigga?

And he bout to come home and shut this shit down

It’s too late now, nigga, don’t strategize, nigga

Don’t strategize now, nigga, it’s too late, let’s go!