Young Niggas - Joe Budden

This shit right here in called Young Niggas

Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat

Whole Monie Ave, I see you

(DJ ON POINT)

Yo, my struggle’s a little different

Y’all niggas was selling, I was sniffin

Sike, rewind it, I’m just kiddin (OH!)

I was hangin with old heads, tryna put my bid in

Same safe you was stackin in, I was tryna get in

Y’all was fuckin with pigeons (naw)

I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)

Was still spittin, before the video vixens

Around the time Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen

Niggas was still pitchin

I was stealin money from my moms anytime she left her purse in the kitchen

(that was fucked up)

Guzzlin a fifth and

I was high as a fuck, OD’n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn’t glisten (OH!)

Moms still bitchin

She thought I knew better, but I didn’t

She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn’t listen (listen, wouldn’t listen)

It’s almost like somethin inside of me kept itchin

I thought the streets loved me, naw who was I kiddin?

(kiddin)

God lookin like the devil (oh)

Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that looked like metal

I dropped outta school, naw not to be cool

I was sittin there bored, thought all y’all was fools

Fuck I wanna read up on «Romeo & Juliet»

Way back, I ain’t even have my first toolie yet

Angie ain’t even make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)

Matter fact, I ain’t even smoke my first woolie yet

Tried to have it wrapped, but things wasn’t a doobie yet

What was comin for me, but naw it ain’t subdue me yet

Young niggas, know I used to be a young nigga

I used to pop off to prove I ain’t the one nigga

B and E’s, stick ups and dirty guns niggas

This before I finally had my little young nigga

Young niggas, God keep me from these young niggas

Not the smart ones Lord, just the dumb niggas

Might have me thinkin I’m still one of them niggas

Shit changed from when I used to be a young nigga

Yo, aiyyo

My first time locked up, I was a child

Met up with mad niggas I ain’t seen in a while (yeah)

And it wasn’t bad bein locked in with them (but)

But couldn’t fathom lockin in at 10

Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts straight

One month, one shower, still without a court date

Just bags of nicotine, rollin paper

Did pull ups, push ups, how the fuck’d I get here?

War stories, you hear a lot of shit here

Great place to visit, but naw don’t wanna live here (live here …)

Naw gotta get my mind in a new place

Grimy ass niggas stealin my socks and toothpaste

Can’t ever remember feelin such neglect

But snakes get snaked (dog), what the fuck’d I expect?

(expect)

I thought if anything I had earned niggas respect

But niggas hung up soon as they heard «Collect»

Had my mag with the tits out

O.G.s said to me the streets don’t love you, they’ll be there when you get out

Bunch of the same people, still in the same space

A few of 'em'll die, a few will take your place

I prayed to God that I never catch another case

Cause CO’s just treat us like we rats in a maze

You wonder why Joey always hype and smilin (why?)

I was this close to Rikers Island

Was bein on Rikers, wilin (wilin)

I’ve been through way worse shit than havin a few gripes bout my album (c'mon)

— w/ ad libs

Shout out to mixtapekings.com

Can’t forget my nigga Moozoo, Victory Square

(*echo*)

For real

God keep me from these little young niggas man

Cause I’ll fuck around and get a bid

Make me somethin stupid and shit

Made me resort to bein.

Bein the old me and shit

I worked hard to get money

I ain’t tryna go back

I ain’t tryna go back to the hood, keep my eyes lit up

Keep me from these niggas, for real