Il testo della Young nigga

Bridge:
Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it
Hustling in my blood, got money on my mind
Got dreams of living good, so i'm out here on my grind
I gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it
Cuz talking niggas talk, and real niggas do
I'm busy getting me, i hope you getting you, i gotta get it

Verse 1:

I wake up, thank the lord, wash my face, brush my teeth
Put on clothes, grab my phones, then i'm out in the streets
Wake up at the crack of dawn, can't make money if you sleep
All i talk about is getting it, gotta practice what i preach
Gotta eat, gotta eat, aint no bird feeding me
Bringing something to the table never label me a leech
I aint worried bout no freaks, i aint never sweating hoes
They straight when you paid, and they gone when you broke
Auntie said, listen son always let em' see you smile
When you're on your way up, people try to bring you down
They gone talk behind ya back, they gone slander your name
But just do your thang, it's apart of the game, just go and get it
Oldest of my mama's three kids
She always told me derrick dream big
And thats exactly what i did, she deserves to see her baby boy live
Cuz she know's i'm just a (what)

Hook:

Young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block
I'm just a, (what) young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block
I'm just a, (what) young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block
I'm just a, (what) young nigga from the block, trying to make it to the top

Verse 2:

Back when urkel was playing laura accordians
I was writing stories but couldn't afford recording em'
Scuffs on my dada's had no prada's or no jordan's then
Started in a room with lee, natti, dave, gordan them
Had real dreams, forcing down grilled cheese
Now it's steaks with juice from fresh fruits, that's peeled and squeezed
First class flights, staring out this window like
If this shit crash its all over for a nigga life
Wonder if i'll live to see my full potential like,
Winning grammy's, and giving back to miami
Providing for my family, my dreams exceed, the want and need
For whips, outfits, and getting hoes panties
Grew up on jefferson reeves, blue building one swing
No nets for the hoops, but we would still shoot
Grew up and now i'm in and out of town
Saw my o.g in the club and he told me he was proud
Cuz he know's i'm just a (what)

Hook:

Young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block
I'm just a,(what) young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block
I'm just a,(what) young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block
I'm just a, (what) young nigga from the block, trying to make it to the top

Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it
Hustling in my blood, got money on my mind
Got dreams of living good, so im out here on my grind
I gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it
Cuz talking niggas talk, and real niggas do
I'm busy getting me, i hope you getting you, i gotta get it

Verse 3:
Staying fly on my haters, cuz all they do is talk
Still counting this paper, while they wait for me to fall off
From down south to up north, way to out west, i chill, i hang
Living life with no kids or wife, so you know i'm feeling like wayne
Cuz i aint got no worries, brownsub till im buried
I'm from brownsub that's the bottom bitch now i'm balling like i'm steph curry
Fuck these niggas, i don't fuck with these niggas
Snakes in the grass, i dont trust these niggas
Or these scheming ass hoes they don't love me nigga
See these niggas round me i love these niggas
Day 1 niggas only, or i'm sliding dolo
Got my 9 on me, im matt stafford, tony romo
Wait, hold on, hold up, until my last breath
Imma show up mad fresh, turning heads like bad breath
Imma hustle, cash checks, you aint ask my ave yet?
They will tell you that i'm thorough
Holding heat like an inferno
Got a stick like that ninja turtle, who's head was wrapped in that purple
Name hold weight like a girdle, straight g's up in my circle
I'm a product of that yayo, where they push product of that yayo
My shooters move when i say so
I'm the head coach, i don't play yo
Lord thank you, for all this shit i got
Free alive and living a young nigga from the block, d-mac