Young N***a Living
A$AP Mob Lyrics

Young wild nigga, I'm high as hell
I'm a young, reckless guy who's really stoned right now

Break a whole pound down, smell the smell
Breaking down a whole pound of weed and smelling its scent

Word around town, they ringing bells
People are talking about me and my crew

All my niggas cracking, lock the shells
All my guys are carrying weapons

Sweat pants on with the YSL
Wearing sweatpants and designer clothes (YSL)

Might go Dipset Pelle Pell
Might wear Dipset clothing and Pelle Pelle jackets

All white on, the light snow
Wearing all white clothing in the snow

In the summer time my fly glow
I look really good in the summertime

Some hate me, some love me though
Some people dislike me while some like me

Bitches on the guest list at my shows
Women are on the guest list for my concerts

In the mosh-pit throwing elbows
In the middle of a chaotic crowd at a concert

Day dream of getting that Phantom Rolls
Dreaming about owning a Rolls Royce Phantom

Pour up, slow down, catch the flow
Taking a drink, slowing things down, and finding the rhythm

Bum niggas want to steal my clothes
Poor people want to rob me of my clothes

Thirsty niggas want to fuck my hoes
Desperate people want to have sex with my women

Run up on me meet the .44
If someone tries to attack me, they'll meet my gun (.44 caliber)

Mobbing ten deep in the Tahoe
Riding 10 deep in a Chevy Tahoe

Drug money, rap money, more dough
Having money from both selling drugs and making music

Pots caught me but the wrist game
Getting caught by cops but still having a good watch

Rap don't work, flip cocaine
If music doesn't bring in enough money, turn to selling drugs

Do it for the money, do it for the fame
Pursuing music for the financial gain and popularity

Don't love the hoes, let my bros run trains
Not caring about women, letting my friends have sex with them

Puffing on gas, lighting up the flame
Smoking weed and enjoying it

City on my back like a campaign
Representing my city and carrying its weight

Cross-over, slammed, that LeBron James
Doing a basketball move like LeBron James

Peanut butter inside, wood grain
Having brown interior with wood accents in my car

Pull up on your block like a goblin
Drive up to your block like a scary monster

All you see is guns, get to sparking
Seeing lots of guns and people firing them

Then the police get to chalking
Then the police mark the locations of gun shell casings with chalk

Dope in the car, no walk in
Carrying drugs in the car instead of walking them in

Outbid a nigga, no bargain
Not settling for a deal, paying more than necessary

Young nigga living
Living life while young

Fucking these bitches
Having sex with women

Niggas ain't made for the stone cold
People can't handle tough situations

Niggas pull K's for the co-co
People use guns to protect their cocaine

I'mma just blaze with the .44
I'll smoke weed and have my gun with me

Stand back, blow haze in my low low
Step away while I smoke weed in my car

Catch a fade then I go go
Get a haircut (fade) then leave quickly

Act right, then I fade to the slow-mo
Behave correctly and then relax

That's right got a pay for the po-po
I have to pay the police off

On the West got the drank for the low low
On the West Coast, I have access to cheap alcohol

Bounce in my low low
Riding around in my lowered car

Vision like a GoPro
Seeing things clearly like a GoPro camera

Down Melrose, got about twelve hoes
Around Melrose, I have about 12 women with me

In the Valley, I got about twelve more
In the San Fernando Valley, I have about 12 more women with me

Two twelve in the pell, give 'em hell like you came from the twelfth floor
12 people in my Pelle jacket, going all out like we're from the 12th floor of a building

Got the bell, get the bands like a billfold
Making money so fast it's like filling up a wallet

Where they at? Man I'm strapped like Velcro
Asking where my enemies are while having a gun with me

Where I'm at I'mma bad in the hell hole
Being tough in a bad neighborhood

Where it's at matter fact who the hell knows
No one knows where I am

It's a fact that I rap and I move O's
I rap and sell drugs

Then the Act got me slapped, man I'm too slow
Getting caught by law enforcement and being too slow

Then I'm trapped in a trap turn the two door
Caught in a drug trap, only having a two-door car

Porsche 9-1-1, shit too cold
Owning a really cool Porsche 911

Man I'm one then I'm done then it's new coach
A new coach if I'm done with something

Man 9-1-1, we don't do those
We don't call the police (911) for help

Handle my business
Take care of my responsibilities

Getting this chicken
Making money

4 that I'm sipping
Drinking alcohol for relaxation

Life's so hard
Life is difficult

R.I.P. Grandma
Honoring my grandmother who passed away

These cops play different
Police officers act a different way than civilians

Every corner got a camera
There are security cameras everywhere

I swear the game got a cancer
The music industry has something corrupt within it

These lil niggas bust a hammer
Young guys carry guns and are violent

With bitch made tendencies
Behaving weak and cowardly

Seize, make 'em wanna give they man up
Beating someone so badly that they give up and confess

Ain't about gang bangers or color bandannas
It's not about being in a gang or wearing a bandana of a certain color

Or holding your fist up and repping The Panthers
It's not about supporting the Black Panther Party with your raised fist

See Willie still Lynching they want us to hang us
Saying that people in power still treat black people like they did Willie Lynch

Game is still pimping adapted the changes
The music industry is still taking advantage of artists in new ways

I'll take your 360, work off your anus
Taking someone's video game console and making them work hard to get it back

Shit on these niggas, like you constipated
Disrespecting people like you're constipated (can't flush)

See that's what I did
That's what I did (dish out disrespect)

And Momma I made it
Mama, I made it in the music industry

But I'm gone out my mind
But I'm crazy

And my point is vacated
And my message is lost

I can't take this world
I hate this world and can't handle it

Ain't got the patience
I don't have the patience to deal with it

Years of oppression, I'm feeling violated
Years of being oppressed and mistreated have left me feeling violated

And that's why my niggas be highly sedated
That's why my guys use drugs to cope

Addicted to money and driving new Ranges
Addicted to making money and driving fancy cars (Range Rovers)

Gone off the lean, want to stay faded
High on codeine and wanting to stay that way

They can't even drink because their life is so jaded
They can't even enjoy alcohol because they're so unhappy with life

I want to be clean but the world is so tainted
I want to be drug-free but the world is so corrupt

Ain't it?
You know what I'm talking about, right?