Stand
Nah you wouldn't understand
It's hard being young from the slums
Nah you wouldn't understand
Guns, the drugs are blue as your bravery
Then you ain't the same as me
You was afraid to breathe
The big picture was a small post harmony
I been wilin' out since Rah kissed Mahogany
Stop them apologies
F*ck your excuses
Come to my hood try to tell 'em what a truce is
All I see is nooses
They hangin' themselves
I ain't talking car speakers when they banging at twelve
That's why I hang by myself
Her kids in a charter school
People scared to death, always wanna touch a part of you
Hard to call and audible when you ain't got a team
Gotta scrimmage, niggas they ain't never had a dream
I remember back in queens visiting Russ and Steve
Doing little demos, stickin' 'em sucka thieves
Then both of them pass, this shit damp, put a draw on my ass
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
They make up a lie and put it on the record
Your music of court and put it on whoever
You're doing time or you're talking to feds
I don't think that you caught what I said
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
(It's hard being young from the slums)
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
F*cking in context check
This would be money just to handle mass debt
I dismantle mad stress from blowing a cigarillo
People know your business from towing your nigga pillow
A bowl of the picadillo 'cause all my bitches spanish
But they hard to manage when the honeymoon vanish
I'm investing, I need my money right now
Were you ever worth a quarter mil, with your lights out
And your rent due to the point that you gotta leave
Homie made the Forbes, but you still gotta thief
Police on your case but really didn't have one
F*ck a hood rat in the absence of a Magnum
I been doin' bad son
Music doing good
Gotta balance both try to use it at the hood
You think a tour you party with girlies
You quit it in your twenties, I started at thirty
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
They make up a lie and put it on the record
Your music of court and put it on whoever
You're doing time or you're talking to feds
I don't think that you caught what I said
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
(It's hard being young from the slums)
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
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Stand
Nah you wouldn't understand
It's hard being young from the slums
Nah you wouldn't understand
Guns, the drugs are blue as your bravery
Then you ain't the same as me
You was afraid to breathe
The big picture was a small post harmony
I been wilin' out since Rah kissed Mahogany
Stop them apologies
F*ck your excuses
Come to my hood try to tell 'em what a truce is
All I see is nooses
They hangin' themselves
I ain't talking car speakers when they banging at twelve
That's why I hang by myself
Her kids in a charter school
People scared to death, always wanna touch a part of you
Hard to call and audible when you ain't got a team
Gotta scrimmage, niggas they ain't never had a dream
I remember back in queens visiting Russ and Steve
Doing little demos, stickin' 'em sucka thieves
Then both of them pass, this shit damp, put a draw on my ass
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
They make up a lie and put it on the record
Your music of court and put it on whoever
You're doing time or you're talking to feds
I don't think that you caught what I said
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
(It's hard being young from the slums)
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
F*cking in context check
This would be money just to handle mass debt
I dismantle mad stress from blowing a cigarillo
People know your business from towing your nigga pillow
A bowl of the picadillo 'cause all my bitches spanish
But they hard to manage when the honeymoon vanish
I'm investing, I need my money right now
Were you ever worth a quarter mil, with your lights out
And your rent due to the point that you gotta leave
Homie made the Forbes, but you still gotta thief
Police on your case but really didn't have one
F*ck a hood rat in the absence of a Magnum
I been doin' bad son
Music doing good
Gotta balance both try to use it at the hood
You think a tour you party with girlies
You quit it in your twenties, I started at thirty
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
They make up a lie and put it on the record
Your music of court and put it on whoever
You're doing time or you're talking to feds
I don't think that you caught what I said
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
(It's hard being young from the slums)
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
Nah you wouldn't understand
It's hard being young from the slums
Nah you wouldn't understand
Guns, the drugs are blue as your bravery
Then you ain't the same as me
You was afraid to breathe
The big picture was a small post harmony
I been wilin' out since Rah kissed Mahogany
Stop them apologies
F*ck your excuses
Come to my hood try to tell 'em what a truce is
All I see is nooses
They hangin' themselves
I ain't talking car speakers when they banging at twelve
That's why I hang by myself
Her kids in a charter school
People scared to death, always wanna touch a part of you
Hard to call and audible when you ain't got a team
Gotta scrimmage, niggas they ain't never had a dream
I remember back in queens visiting Russ and Steve
Doing little demos, stickin' 'em sucka thieves
Then both of them pass, this shit damp, put a draw on my ass
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
They make up a lie and put it on the record
Your music of court and put it on whoever
You're doing time or you're talking to feds
I don't think that you caught what I said
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
(It's hard being young from the slums)
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
F*cking in context check
This would be money just to handle mass debt
I dismantle mad stress from blowing a cigarillo
People know your business from towing your nigga pillow
A bowl of the picadillo 'cause all my bitches spanish
But they hard to manage when the honeymoon vanish
I'm investing, I need my money right now
Were you ever worth a quarter mil, with your lights out
And your rent due to the point that you gotta leave
Homie made the Forbes, but you still gotta thief
Police on your case but really didn't have one
F*ck a hood rat in the absence of a Magnum
I been doin' bad son
Music doing good
Gotta balance both try to use it at the hood
You think a tour you party with girlies
You quit it in your twenties, I started at thirty
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
They make up a lie and put it on the record
Your music of court and put it on whoever
You're doing time or you're talking to feds
I don't think that you caught what I said
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
(It's hard being young from the slums)
(Nah you wouldn't understand)
Writer: Jason Faust
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave