Young N***a Living - A$AP Mob, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Ant

Young wild nigga, I’m high as hell

Break a whole pound down, smell the smell

Word around town, they ringing bells

All my niggas cracking, lock the shells

Sweat pants on with the YSL

Might go Dipset Pelle Pelle

All white on, the light snow

In the summer time my fly glow

Some hate me, some love me though

Bitches on the guest list at my shows

In the mosh-pit throwing elbows

Day dream of getting that Phantom Rolls

Pour up, slow down, catch the flow

Bum niggas want to steal my clothes

Thirsty niggas want to fuck my hoes

Run up on me meet the 44

Mobbing ten deep in the Tahoe

Drug money, rap money, more dough

Pops taught me 'bout the wrist game

Rap don’t work, flip cocaine

Do it for the money, do it for the fame

Don’t love the hoes, let my bros run trains

Puffing on gas, lighting up the flame

City on my back like a campaign

Cross-over, slammed, that LeBron James

Peanut butter inside, wood grain

Pull up on your block like a goblin

All you see is guns, get to sparking

Then the police get to chalking

Dope in the car, no walk in

Outbid a nigga, no bargain, nigga

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, fucking these bitches

Niggas ain’t made for the stone cold

Niggas pull K’s for the coco

I’ma just blaze with the .44, stand back

Blow haze in my low low, catch a fade then I go go

Act right, then I fade to the slow-mo

That’s right got a pay for the po-po

On the West got the drank for the low low

Bounce in my low low, vision like a GoPro

Down Melrose, got about twelve hoes

In the Valley, I got about twelve more

Two twelve in the pell, give em' hell

Like you came from the twelfth floor

Got the bell, get the bands like a billfold

Where they at?

Man I’m strapped like Velcro

Where I’m at I’ma bad in the hell hole

Where it’s at matter fact who the hell knows

It’s a fact that I rap and I move O’s

Then the Act got me slapped, man I’m too slow

Then I’m trapped in a trap turn the two door

Porsche 9−1-1, shit too cold

Man I’m one then I’m done then it’s new coach

Man 9−1-1, we don’t do those

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, fucking these bitches

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, handle my business

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, getting this chicken

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, 4 that I’m sipping

Young nigga living

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Young nigga living

Young nigga living, fucking these bitches

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, handle my business

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, getting this chicken

Life’s so hard

R.I.P.

Grandma

These cops play different

Every corner got a camera

I swear the game got a cancer

These lil niggas bust a hammer

With bitch made tendencies

Make 'em wanna give they man up

Ain’t about gang bangers or color bandannas

Or holding your fist up and repping The Panthers

See Willie still Lynching they want us to hang us

Game is still pimping adapted the changes

I’ll take your 360, work off your anus

Shit on these niggas, like you constipated

See that’s what I did and momma I made it

But I’m gone out my mind and my point is vacated

I can’t take this world, ain’t got the patience

Years of oppression, I’m feeling violated

And that’s why my niggas be highly sedated

Addicted to money and driving new Ranges

Gone off the lean, want to stay faded

They can’t even drink 'cause their life is so jaded

I want to be clean but the water is so tainted

Ain’t it?

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, fucking these bitches

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, handle my business

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, getting this chicken

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, 4 that I’m sipping

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Young nigga living

Young nigga living, fucking these bitches

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, handle my business

Young nigga living

Young nigga living, getting this chicken