Pi'erre Bourne YNS

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[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, young nigga
Ayy, young nigga, ayy, young nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, young nigga
Ayy, young nigga, ayy, young nigga
Yeah, got big dreams, yeah, on the big screen
Ayy, I was sixteen, yeah, in the strip club
Yeah, no ID, yeah, VIP
Yeah, with the killers, yeah, free my G

[Verse 1]
Damn, I miss Jay P, yeah, free JJ, yeah
Free Jacques, nigga caught a body at fifteen
Watch that nigga, he gon’ cross you like Zoro
Bitch, I’m on Houston, but I’m in SoHo
I’m getting bands like I went solo
He blew his advance and now he goin’ broke
Interscope, yeah, like Eminem, 50 Cent, and Kendrick
You know I rock no suit and tie but, yeah, I’m ’bout my business
Smokin’ a half to waste somе time, but we don’t do division
That’s So Raven with thе grind, you know I got these visions

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, young nigga
Ayy, young nigga, ayy, young nigga (We don’t do division)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, young nigga (We don’t do division)
Ayy, young nigga, ayy, young nigga
Yeah, got big dreams, yeah, on the big screen
Ayy, I was sixteen, yeah, in the strip club
Yeah, no ID, yeah, VIP
Yeah, with the killers, yeah, free my G

[Verse 2]
All these [?] to feel my pain
No more zaza, we smoke pain
I was so broke, felt so ashamed
Nigga talk shit, yeah, my tool in the safe
$5K fits, Sossboy getting paid
I was in York, threw the boy off stage
It’s all love, he just wan’ be gang
Rappers be fans too, copy my plans too
All in their head just like some shampoo
Rollin’ up trees, I got the bamboo
Fly to Belize, you fly to Cancun
This all me, you like a sample
I got the sauce, to make me a Campbells
Niggas be hating on me and got canceled
She grabbin’ on my shit like a handle
'Member I fucked that bitch in the bando

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, young nigga
Ayy, young nigga, ayy, young nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, young nigga
Ayy, young nigga, ayy, young nigga
Yeah, got big dreams, yeah, on the big screen
Ayy, I was sixteen, yeah, in the strip club
Yeah, no ID, yeah, VIP
Yeah, with the killers, yeah, free my G

[Verse 3]
Got something up my sleeves
Check my shoulder, it’s not your cheese
I flew my cousin to Cali, nigga been in the trap all week
I’m tryna get him out the streets
He ain’t gotta sell no more bags, on me
I thank the Lord every day, I’m blessed to take care all my needs
I smoke me one to the face every day, tryna find my peace
I seen Tay-K in jail, I heard he look up to me
I pray I never fail, I love when bitches be suckin’ me
I’m hearing voices every day, I wonder if it’s my boy Jay P

[Chorus]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), young nigga (Yeah)
Ayy (Yeah), young nigga (Yeah), ayy (Yeah), young nigga (Young nigga shit)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (This some young nigga shit), yeah (Yeah), young nigga (This some young nigga shit)
Ayy (Yeah), young nigga (Ooh, young nigga shit), ayy, young nigga
Yeah, got big dreams (Ooh), yeah, on the big screen (Big screen)
Ayy, I was sixteen (Sixteen), yeah, in the strip club
Yeah, no ID, yeah, VIP
Yeah, with the killers, yeah, free my G

[Outro]
Don’t forget, never give them the upper hand, you know what I’m sayin’?
That’s the word
Work, work, she want to work out for me
Work, work, she want to work out for me, ha, ha
Gyal, the agony [?]