[Young E]
[Verse 1]
This is me and no one else, nah, fuck everyone else
Ninja skills, got that stealth
My shit be too bad for your health
And plus I'm taking all of this wealth
Opening gunfire, leave your body to melt
Karate master, wearing a fucking black belt
But the real story is about me being gee
And I'm still a teenager, that loves tee
And plus, I'm down to fuck up any enemy
But fuck fighting, I'm just tryna love
And fuck the badness, I'm just tryna be above
Everything bad that's been in my path
Or in my road, maybe both, or that got me mad
Every obstacle that blocked the good in my task
And I'm about to kill every foe
Shit, but who's down to go toe to toe
With me? I know most of these rappers won't
Cause there's barely a match for Young E-vil
Little E, bro, or maybe Evaristbro
And I swear, I'm sending wackers to hell
And I ain't getting caught, cause fuck jail
Why kill, when there's kidnap and sell?
Sell my enemies, make a profit, oh well
Cause that's good enough for me
I keep my shit gee and gee ain't Genny
I started off with Aileen, so let that be A
Now I'm at Teresa, but I ain't afraid
That I'll lose her so she's my Z
I got a shortened alphabet but that's all I need
See, I am too gee but I'm ahead like 6G
But I'm flyer than a G6, so B-Y-E
[Verse 2]
You already know E ain't fronting, no
I'm way past the point of no return, bro
So I let this green paradise burn slow
But I ain't an opening act like the first show
Bitch, that's a big no-no, hoes praying to the LH logo
And we slowly murdering this game
And all we doing to our enemies is bringing pain
And shit, we insane, cannot be tamed
Let your blood spill, it'll still stain
Shit, I'm so ill in the brain
And you know this is how it goes
You know Latin Hustle be killing all foes
Ain't we on some other shit, call us slow
And niggas ain't down to go toe to toe
With this mighty clique, Latin Hustle Gee Clique
And while you're already on the floor
Tell your bitch to get off my dick
Stupid tricks, you hoes really ain't shit
No match to my Mach 6 shit
Teen, too gee, let the cum drip
Hoes want everything like they're down to strip
For the fuck of it, just get the pole
Little girls already got their souls sold
Now these harsh nights got them feeling so cold
But I'm fly and my swag's in place
Number 1 choice, swag up in your face
And on trill shit, true and real
Bout to steel spotlights, so feel
My wrath and my cold steel
Just another Mexican having sex again
Ima fucking failure and a wrecked friend
Ima fucking loser and a hexed ten
[Verse 3]
This is me like a fucking Demi Lovato song
So I say fuck it, ima just hit that fuckin' bong
But like I said before, I'm the fuckin' bomb
And I keep my shit fresh unlike that one fuckin' Tom
Shit, I'm Goin' In like I'm Lil' Wayne or Drake
But I'm just tryna be me for my own sake
And the sooner I'm big, the less time it'll take
And fuck going to sleep, I'm just tryna stay awake
Cause death and sleep are fucking roommates
In this Rap Game Condo, fucking up new fakes
But I keep it G like it's a fucking kids movie
And I'm just tryna stay in school, saying fuck juvie
Got my girl here like "stick it in the booty"
And I love my girl, we saying always and forever
And I love my girl, we staying always together
And I'm fresher than the freshest, call me queso fresco
But the show must go on, like I'm Lupe Fiasco
But I'm kinda Odd like I'm Earl, Tyler, or Taco
So I just stay on my E shit, and I stay Young
Outcome is Young E, but don't ask why your girls tongue
Is hugging mine, shit, ask her, I got enough problems
And like a test, I can only solve some
I'm the youngest E out there
I bet there's others but I'm surely the best version
And after I'm done, what's a fucking virgin?
Fresher than a train, chicka chicka choo choo
I'm out till the next verse or until Me And You
[Verse 4]
This is the last verse, last but not least
I own the rap game, and your name ain't on the lease
Shit, I got these hoes by a leash
Fuck with me and you're dead, capish?
I'm goin' B.I.G. on this game, where's 2Pac?
And I'm way too gee, planting money crops
But you're done, 3 days with me tops
Like you're wearing rock socks
While you pop shots with the cock blocks
And I ain't even done
Running this Latin Hustle game without the run
And I love every hater under the sun
Cause without y'all, I ain't shit
I'm just another bitch, tryna get big
Tryna get girls to suck my dick
But now I ain't even gotta try
All I gotta do is stay so fly
But I wonder why I am who I am
Cause I could be a way different man
Just by one road, just by one traffic jam
Just by one gun that likes to say "BAM!"
I'm throwing up Latin Hustle like it's Friday
Latin Hustle Day, shit, that's my day
So you better make way for Latin Hustle Royalty
I love my life, staying loyal to tee
And I'm fucking up any protester
I wanna see a protester when this nine test ya
Shit, or when this fucking nine checks ya
I love my fans and I know they love me too
Shit, and I'm done till Me And You
