YD - Young King (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Young King, Young King, what you wanna be when you grow up
Rapper gangsta, knew I was only two rounds with him, Jersey
Young King, Young King, what you wanna be when you grow up
Young King, Young King, Young King, Young King, Young King

Look into the eyes of a ghetto child, running wild
Never knew his daddy, his momma, he never settled down
He hopeless, but he still got dreams and ambition
Got locked up, throwing rocks at a prison, caught in a loop

Brought a gun without a pot to piss, robbing people
Shopping, living out of cops, watching him, what could he do
His streets was as close as father, figure he grew up in town
To figure out his daddy, taught him everything he knew

Yeah, now momma praying for her son, always sitting up late
Now that's another young soldier that they sent upstate
Just stay solid, lil' homie, you gon' get your break
Cause everybody go through some things sometimes

After the storm, homie, you gon' see some sunshine
Remember, I was in that same predicament
Breaking down the MP, rode the dice, feeling lucky
Stuck with a plan B, Lord

Young King, Young King, don't be trying to be someone
I ain't trying to judge you or nothing, cause I've been there, you heard me
There's all the pieces in the killer, there's an agreement
When the sale get no love, you gotta always keep your fire on

These streets don't love nobody, rumors telling lies on you
Be somebody, you're best friend of worldwide on you
And let them rockers put that time where you love
Young King, Young King, what you wanna be when you grow up

Rap against all killer, football, basketball player or hustler
So try to always keep a smile on you
You could make everybody proud of you
They gon' be hating, talking down on you

But never let them take your crown from you, no
Young King, Young King, what you wanna be when you grow up
Rap against all killer, football, basketball player or hustler
So try to always keep a smile on you

You could make everybody proud of you
They gon' be hating, talking down on you
But never let them take your crown from you, no
Look inside the eyes of a God's soul

Scars on his back with cotton clothes
A bloody nose, Lord knows he focused
But he still fighting dreams from his past
Witness his mama pull her lips on the glass

He never knew, rocks missing from the road
He sold all, couldn't admit he told
Black and white showed him everything was true
Feds caught the homie with a pole

Now he up that bloody road on the block
Tryna turn one into two, yeah
Do you got your ears open as you tryna take heed
You tryna bake a rap or you tryna plant a seed

I know some lil' homies that ain't make it 18
Mama told me if you hustle watch for one time
Hard head make us all sometimes
See, I was in that same predicament

Glizzy, ready and loaded
Every day I had to tote it
Watchin' over my shoulder, Lord
Young King, Young King

You can elevate and break that cycle when you grow up
Them long nights gon' pay off one day, homie, hold up
That fast money don't last long, so get them slow bucks
Yeah, I know how you feel

They gave my dog life, broke his mama down to tears
You grew up high, grew up, trust me, you a wanna live
And you ain't gotta be nobody else to keep it real, for real
Young King, Young King

Don't be tryna be so in a rush
You could be a doctor, you could be a lawyer, you could be a teacher
You could be whatever you wanna be
It's all up to you

Don't settle for less, you hear me
Do what you gotta do to make it out this ghetto
Do what you gotta do to make it out through the projects, you hear me
You a king

Young King, Young King
What you wanna be when you grow up
Rap against all killers
Football, basketball player or a hustler

So try to always keep a smile on you
You could make everybody proud of you
They gon' be hatin', talkin' down on you
But never let them take your crown from you, no

Young King, Young King
What you wanna be when you grow up
Rap against all killers
Football, basketball player or a hustler

So try to always keep a smile on you
You could make everybody proud of you
They gon' be hatin', talkin' down on you
But never let them take your crown from you, no

Young nigga, young nigga
Young King, Young King
What you wanna be when you grow up
Rap against all killers

Football, basketball player or a hustler
So try to always keep a smile on you
They gon' be hatin', talkin' down on you
But never let them take your crown from you, no

Young King, Young King
What you wanna be when you grow up
Rap against all killers
Football, basketball player or a hustler

So try to always keep a smile on you
Young King, Young King
Young King, Young King