Life of a Young n*gga lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro]
(Drumma Boy)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look, well, it's that real sh*t, straight from Virginia
Down for my n*ggas, I really ride
All of us got a semi c*cked
Country n*gga bought a yacht, Rolex the watch
Take the roof off that motherf*cker just to shut down the block
n*ggas starvin', look at my pockets, they fill up with knots
You mechanical, I will damage you, I'm somethin' you not
These b*tches compliment my tendencies, tattoos and nose rings
This is how we ride on our enemies
Hate it, but you love it, out in public, you duckin'
My n*ggas got no regard for they repercussions
Promethazine and weed, they see the reaper comin'
I see 'em all lean, but I'm tryna teach 'em somethin'

[Chorus]
What they don't know (Yeah, uh)
It's just the life of a young n*gga
That's just what they don't know (Haha, that's just the life, yeah, yeah)
It's just the life of a young n*gga
Roll up (Life), alright (Do it), yeah
Welcome to the life of a young n*gga
I'm f*cked up (I'm f*cked up), haha (Yeah, haha, look, look)
This just the life of a— (Woo!)
[Verse 2]
No more days of me not gettin' paid, my paper straight
No more shade, hatin' on a n*gga, I'm startin' to bake
Heatin' up, mama won't even make minimum wage
She get her own TV show, act Hollywood in L.A
I say, "Wassup, mama? You doin' it, lookin' like a bad b*tch
Talkin' hella records, remember when you ain't had sh*t?"
I guess you on now, let me fall back
Let you do you and calm down, let that pus*y get worn out
The club feelin' like high school
Everybody in cliques, b*tches act like they like you
n*ggas sucked the most di*k, can I get in? What up, my n*gga?
Only wanna see these b*tches, won't you shut up, my n*gga? Yikes!

[Chorus]
What they don't know (Yeah, uh)
It's just the life of a young n*gga
That's just what they don't know (Haha, that's just the life, yeah, yeah)
It's just the life of a young n*gga
Roll up (Life), alright (Do it), yeah
Welcome to the life of a young n*gga
I'm f*cked up (I'm f*cked up), haha (Yeah, haha, look, look, alright)
This just the life of a— (Woo!)

[Verse 3]
I started writin' my third verses in cursive
A catalyst for the reason b*tches buyin' these purses
The same reason that I just bought this kush, young n*gga burnin'
She likin' my chain, givin' me brain, that b*tch learnin', put her up on gang
But all these lives that I changed won't change me
Same cool n*gga, same old Breezy
It's so amazin', I'm somethin' major, a thousand dollar tip for the waiter
And I can relate, you should get hella paid for manual labor
All the teachers and the police takin' a hell of a pay cut
Society f*cked up, I'm f*cked up, when the hell we gon' wake up?
Takin' me to the dark side, killin' me, feelin' like Darth Vader
Think the Lord gon' save you, if you was God, you hate us (Hate us)
[Chorus]
What they don't know (Yeah, uh)
It's just the life of a young n*gga
That's just what they don't know (Haha, that's just the life, yeah, yeah)
It's just the life of a young n*gga
Roll up (Life), alright (Do it), yeah
Welcome to the life of a young n*gga
I'm f*cked up (I'm f*cked up), haha (Yeah, haha, look, look)
This just the life of a— (Woo!)
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