Today is my birthday
The celebration of my first day
Turned worse day cause my baby cousin got killed
Who knew that early morning call from my moms would bring me chills
My mind blown that my bro ain't make it home and he got his mind blown
And the fact he's never coming back is Just hittin home
Trapped in the streets a murderous beat
The clap of the feet, the banging the heat, that lead poison blood spill on the street
So sick and tired of defeat
Why do my niggas keep on dying getting killed in the streets
Sick and tired of these kids lying dead dying over bread and some beef
Am I all alone or do you hear when I speak
My young king was 18 when he peaked
My young king will never live his dreams
So we on to better things
Living life as young Kings
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as teens
We young Kings
Niggas out here dying with dreams
We young kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young
We young
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as kings
We young Kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young kings
Niggas out here serving them feins
We young
We young
Brothers always stand by each other so I'll never leave my brother
And his mothers' like my mother
We gone always love each other
Can't explain the bond we had with each other
His body lay stone cold as a brick
My brother gone and they buried him six
Stomach sick as I witness the shit
Everyone crying I can feel the afflict
Why we dying? why this part of the script?
I'm crying tryna remain calm, but I keep losing my grip
His baby sister my goddaughter
I thank my lord father for blessing me with incentive to grind harder
I grind smarter
So I can't be lacking in these streets
Cause cops been killing blacks
And blacks still killing blacks
You hate to hear the facts
Cause you can't stomach that
You niggas whack for a fact
She asking where her brother at
But I don't answer that
Living life as young Kings
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as teens
We young Kings
Niggas out here dying with dreams
We young kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young
We young
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as kings
We young kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young kings
Niggas out here serving them feins
We young
We young
Jay Lamar - Young Kings Lyrics
Jay Lamar - Young Kings Lyrics
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Today is my birthday
The celebration of my first day
Turned worse day cause my baby cousin got killed
Who knew that early morning call from my moms would bring me chills
My mind blown that my bro ain't make it home and he got his mind blown
And the fact he's never coming back is Just hittin home
Trapped in the streets a murderous beat
The clap of the feet, the banging the heat, that lead poison blood spill on the street
So sick and tired of defeat
Why do my niggas keep on dying getting killed in the streets
Sick and tired of these kids lying dead dying over bread and some beef
Am I all alone or do you hear when I speak
My young king was 18 when he peaked
My young king will never live his dreams
So we on to better things
Living life as young Kings
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as teens
We young Kings
Niggas out here dying with dreams
We young kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young
We young
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as kings
We young Kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young kings
Niggas out here serving them feins
We young
We young
Brothers always stand by each other so I'll never leave my brother
And his mothers' like my mother
We gone always love each other
Can't explain the bond we had with each other
His body lay stone cold as a brick
My brother gone and they buried him six
Stomach sick as I witness the shit
Everyone crying I can feel the afflict
Why we dying? why this part of the script?
I'm crying tryna remain calm, but I keep losing my grip
His baby sister my goddaughter
I thank my lord father for blessing me with incentive to grind harder
I grind smarter
So I can't be lacking in these streets
Cause cops been killing blacks
And blacks still killing blacks
You hate to hear the facts
Cause you can't stomach that
You niggas whack for a fact
She asking where her brother at
But I don't answer that
Living life as young Kings
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as teens
We young Kings
Niggas out here dying with dreams
We young kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young
We young
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as kings
We young kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young kings
Niggas out here serving them feins
We young
We young
The celebration of my first day
Turned worse day cause my baby cousin got killed
Who knew that early morning call from my moms would bring me chills
My mind blown that my bro ain't make it home and he got his mind blown
And the fact he's never coming back is Just hittin home
Trapped in the streets a murderous beat
The clap of the feet, the banging the heat, that lead poison blood spill on the street
So sick and tired of defeat
Why do my niggas keep on dying getting killed in the streets
Sick and tired of these kids lying dead dying over bread and some beef
Am I all alone or do you hear when I speak
My young king was 18 when he peaked
My young king will never live his dreams
So we on to better things
Living life as young Kings
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as teens
We young Kings
Niggas out here dying with dreams
We young kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young
We young
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as kings
We young Kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young kings
Niggas out here serving them feins
We young
We young
Brothers always stand by each other so I'll never leave my brother
And his mothers' like my mother
We gone always love each other
Can't explain the bond we had with each other
His body lay stone cold as a brick
My brother gone and they buried him six
Stomach sick as I witness the shit
Everyone crying I can feel the afflict
Why we dying? why this part of the script?
I'm crying tryna remain calm, but I keep losing my grip
His baby sister my goddaughter
I thank my lord father for blessing me with incentive to grind harder
I grind smarter
So I can't be lacking in these streets
Cause cops been killing blacks
And blacks still killing blacks
You hate to hear the facts
Cause you can't stomach that
You niggas whack for a fact
She asking where her brother at
But I don't answer that
Living life as young Kings
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as teens
We young Kings
Niggas out here dying with dreams
We young kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young
We young
We young kings
Niggas out here dying as kings
We young kings
Pray my people get to the creme
We young kings
Niggas out here serving them feins
We young
We young
Writer: Jay Morrison
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