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Young God Video (MV)




Performed By: Yun Gah
Length: 2:38
Written by: Terrence Martin




Yun Gah - Young God Lyrics




Bet ya still gon' need a reader with a dull beat
Son you only gettin' hot because you stole heat
Soon you gunna see the moon ain't moving slowly
In ya room while you was sleepin' on a homie
Man I always hated work nobody know me
Switch from 8 to 24 n now I'm Kobe
When these burgers come n see me they got no beef
Afraid of bacon when I grill em like the police
Wanna cut I'm the barber get lined up
My lines just keep on getting longer it's a mind f*ck
Broken arm the only way they gonna sign us
These niggas coming from the bottom well they lying f*cks
Banging down your door school of the hard knocks
Got a beat I kill em all it make your heart stop
Rappers shotty watch me pull up on the bar top
Wolves trying make clout nigga call me star fox

Half these rappers out here dying for a check you know the other half be spying on your neck
N I know I got a little bit of pious I regret
But i promise you gon' never catch me lying for respect
I'm applying for the best
Half these rappers out here dying for a check you know the other half be spying on your neck
N I know I got a little bit of pious I regret
But i promise you gon' never catch me lying for respect
Nigga quiet on the set

Ain't no bitches on my mind that's a dead thot
Think I'm pulling out my hair homie dread not
My verses doctored like I'm sleeping on a med cot
So keep on f**king with the kid homie let's not
Keep it trucking for a fee with no rest stops
Rappers getting shit for free but they dread Scott
Think they safely boxed in at the bread spot
Watch a homie come through toast you with that red dot
Laying on the floor as I'm praying to the lord I ain't playing anymore I'm just saying super four
N my zen is hella glorious
Training with no end ain't no Ditmars or Estoria
Tryina get Big cuz I'm already notorious
N party with the whigs cuz them haters been ignoring us
I'm all about the justice man I gotta be victorious
No matter how I tell it thought it's still gon' be his story bruh

Half these rappers out here dying for a check you know the other half be spying on your neck
N I know I got a little bit of pious I regret
But i promise you gon' never catch me lying for respect
I'm applying for the best
Half these rappers out here dying for a check you know the other half be spying on your neck
N I know I got a little bit of pious I regret
But i promise you gon' never catch me lying for respect
Nigga quiet on the set
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Bet ya still gon' need a reader with a dull beat
Son you only gettin' hot because you stole heat
Soon you gunna see the moon ain't moving slowly
In ya room while you was sleepin' on a homie
Man I always hated work nobody know me
Switch from 8 to 24 n now I'm Kobe
When these burgers come n see me they got no beef
Afraid of bacon when I grill em like the police
Wanna cut I'm the barber get lined up
My lines just keep on getting longer it's a mind f*ck
Broken arm the only way they gonna sign us
These niggas coming from the bottom well they lying f*cks
Banging down your door school of the hard knocks
Got a beat I kill em all it make your heart stop
Rappers shotty watch me pull up on the bar top
Wolves trying make clout nigga call me star fox

Half these rappers out here dying for a check you know the other half be spying on your neck
N I know I got a little bit of pious I regret
But i promise you gon' never catch me lying for respect
I'm applying for the best
Half these rappers out here dying for a check you know the other half be spying on your neck
N I know I got a little bit of pious I regret
But i promise you gon' never catch me lying for respect
Nigga quiet on the set

Ain't no bitches on my mind that's a dead thot
Think I'm pulling out my hair homie dread not
My verses doctored like I'm sleeping on a med cot
So keep on f**king with the kid homie let's not
Keep it trucking for a fee with no rest stops
Rappers getting shit for free but they dread Scott
Think they safely boxed in at the bread spot
Watch a homie come through toast you with that red dot
Laying on the floor as I'm praying to the lord I ain't playing anymore I'm just saying super four
N my zen is hella glorious
Training with no end ain't no Ditmars or Estoria
Tryina get Big cuz I'm already notorious
N party with the whigs cuz them haters been ignoring us
I'm all about the justice man I gotta be victorious
No matter how I tell it thought it's still gon' be his story bruh

Half these rappers out here dying for a check you know the other half be spying on your neck
N I know I got a little bit of pious I regret
But i promise you gon' never catch me lying for respect
I'm applying for the best
Half these rappers out here dying for a check you know the other half be spying on your neck
N I know I got a little bit of pious I regret
But i promise you gon' never catch me lying for respect
Nigga quiet on the set
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Writer: Terrence Martin
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