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Young God Video (MV)




Performed By: Spillz
Length: 2:37
Written by: Treavor Spiller




Spillz - Young God Lyrics




Imma working motherf*cker need a check
Suicide rhymes bomb strapped to my chest
Couple hittas wit me put the strap to ya neck
Blow ya Adam's apple off through the side of ya neck
Shit get gorey when focusing on the glory
They wanna see you fall you falling is so important
Grapple with any artist and slam em' like Randy Orton
Then walk away with his bitch if I consider her gorgeous yes
I'm an animal record this shit on the camera
She gone give me that pussy cause she know that I got stamina
Send the tape to his manager now he say he can't handle her
He don't compete with juice his swagger is dry as Canada look
Emancipate then decimate roll up the weed and elevate
I'm medicated at peace I meditate in east
They say their as good me but barely doing the least yeah
I'm in the building you need a lease my last EP was hot as grease
Put verses in hearses now rest in peace
It's room for one more at the top the rest is me capeech
I hope that you got it you understand I move like robotics for my advance
I made it to college but didn't pass
Too busy out chasing ass instead of going to class damn
A big mistake time to correct now
Them hoes is calling but it's collect now
Cuz my only interest is getting paid enjoying life in the shade
Not slave for yo wage yeah
And black ppl tired of all the bullshit
They're killing us off and y'all ain't doing shit
Y'all see the tapes bitch we ain't doing shit
We need repercussion for what they're doing shit
Once Martin could dream he got shot
You unite the people they start to plot
They say that we equal but really not
This shit is ridiculous can it stop
Before we get together start murking cops
No time to kill but niggaz watch
Bet that go over they head my nigga watch
Bet that go over they head my nigga watch
Malcolm X taught never to fear a man
You're 24 you gotta be a man
Sorry lil mama but I can't be ya man
Society got all bitches tryna be a man
Damn
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Imma working motherf*cker need a check
Suicide rhymes bomb strapped to my chest
Couple hittas wit me put the strap to ya neck
Blow ya Adam's apple off through the side of ya neck
Shit get gorey when focusing on the glory
They wanna see you fall you falling is so important
Grapple with any artist and slam em' like Randy Orton
Then walk away with his bitch if I consider her gorgeous yes
I'm an animal record this shit on the camera
She gone give me that pussy cause she know that I got stamina
Send the tape to his manager now he say he can't handle her
He don't compete with juice his swagger is dry as Canada look
Emancipate then decimate roll up the weed and elevate
I'm medicated at peace I meditate in east
They say their as good me but barely doing the least yeah
I'm in the building you need a lease my last EP was hot as grease
Put verses in hearses now rest in peace
It's room for one more at the top the rest is me capeech
I hope that you got it you understand I move like robotics for my advance
I made it to college but didn't pass
Too busy out chasing ass instead of going to class damn
A big mistake time to correct now
Them hoes is calling but it's collect now
Cuz my only interest is getting paid enjoying life in the shade
Not slave for yo wage yeah
And black ppl tired of all the bullshit
They're killing us off and y'all ain't doing shit
Y'all see the tapes bitch we ain't doing shit
We need repercussion for what they're doing shit
Once Martin could dream he got shot
You unite the people they start to plot
They say that we equal but really not
This shit is ridiculous can it stop
Before we get together start murking cops
No time to kill but niggaz watch
Bet that go over they head my nigga watch
Bet that go over they head my nigga watch
Malcolm X taught never to fear a man
You're 24 you gotta be a man
Sorry lil mama but I can't be ya man
Society got all bitches tryna be a man
Damn
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Writer: Treavor Spiller
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