Yung Midas, Juju Capone - Young Menace Lyrics

Gang, Grrrt, Poww
Ay, Yung Midas and Juju on the beat
Gang, Ay, Gang

They see me as a menace
Got the shooters and I'm holding my Wesson
You gotta stop stressing
They beefing and they don't know who they testing
Gotta teach em a lesson
Learned the hard way that I had many blessings
Move like a felon, God is the only one hearing my confessions

I walk through the door
Gang piling bricks trapping door to door
And we smoking that loud
There's left over weed on the floor
And I'm grinding daily, I jus keep it on the low
Balling as a youngin, don't pretend you don't know
Father left the Earth seems like a lifetime ago
I wish he knew that one day I'll be performing all them shows
Gotta keep myself dripped out, I deserve it head to toe
You know its a warzone
And this is jus how it go

I need a rolly on my wrist but I can't freeze time
Freeze time
Imma hit em up take what's theirs plus take mines
Take mines
Gotta keep myself a strap if they choose to cross a line
Cross the line
Pull out the 9, they know I blow minds
Blow minds
Friends are just friends, until they take your life
Take your life
Family are brothers that show loyalty on our rise
On our rise
Climb together no matter what
Even commit crimes
Commit crimes
We wanna see our people eat so we turn to selling dimes

Catch me an opp and he run far
You a fool if you think that I'm unarmed
All my niqqas ball, we go hard
Play with us, leave your ass in the graveyard
Momma told me watch out, be smart
See this gun pluck like a guitar
And I got hands make you see stars
Niqqas hate, oh shit they can't be apart
Niqqa I ride with my felons, they told on the weapons
Send shots at your melon
Choose a clock or a Wesson
Teach a pussy a lesson, erase at his essence
Gotta get me a present, I ride with my felons, send a blick up to heaven
Bitches weren't fuckin w me
Now they all on my section like Juju what happened
Started rapping and trapping
Making opps vanish, magic he vanished
Demon
Music not cappin, turn him to a hasbin
Dump him inna attic
Momma know her son a savage
I'm not inna casket
Like houdini niqqa
Now I'm smoking a g, looking for g
A bitch on her knees

I'm thuggin and stuntin
That's the way I move
Moving discrete but if I gotta shoot I'll shoot
I'm armed and dangerous I don't loose
I be making bangers in the booth
I came from nothin to somethin
I got nothin to prove tho
And I play my cards like uno
And this is jus how I do tho

I need a rolly on my wrist but I can't freeze time
Freeze time
Imma hit em up take what's theirs plus take mines
Take mines
Gotta keep myself a strap if they choose to cross a line
Cross the line
Pull out the 9, they know I blow minds
Blow minds
Friends are just friends, until they take your life
Take your life
Family are brothers that show loyalty on our rise
On our rise
Climb together no matter what
Even commit crimes
Commit crimes
We wanna see our people eat so we turn to selling dimes