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von Young Gunz

Uh, uh, uh
Just need a little time man, that′s all I need
Lost a lot of soldiers you know
Rest in peace
Mom dukes struggling
Baby on the way
So I sit back

I know I promised you the house and the wheel
Just need a little time for that house on the hills
Got all the bills, to keep this crib too
So when we in the city that's the spot we can chill
You be on your own, been working all your life
At the school every other day, working all your nights

I know you′re tired of the bullshit ma
Forget about it now your boy Chris rhyme, we good


No more corner store grub, eat good
Damn right we gon' take advantage as we should
As they say we shall overcome
In the hood most the young die over guns, it's real
I lost three in like three months straight
You see the pain and see young faces in the game

And they think it′s all peaches and cream
They thinking lies and I′m broke and they see me on screen
See what I mean? I let you niggas read in between
Just give me

Yeah, that's all, that′s all I need man
That's all the boys need is a little bit of time
Get our families all good
You know we good
Uh, focus, we on our way
Young Chris, young me
Tough love, you know

To put you right where you need to be
Lames up in the game now, this shit ain′t what it used to be
But I'ma grind now until we all good
′Til we laying up in the woods and got property up in the hood

You run the real estate
Ain't got to worry about being late or taking orders
Your boy'll help support you


Funny how, the youngin done did it
A lot of thought he was gon′ stop but the boy stuck with it
Yeah, you even questioned it, whole hood stressing it

I come too far to let it go down the drain
But half of you motherfuckers don′t understand my pain
I got to deal with these lames to get this little bit of change
Little bit of fame and the girls think I changed
Same shit, different toilet when you messing with the king
I'd rather do this though, than fucking my wrist blow
Same niggas who doubted now they saying we should blow
Homie ain′t raise no coward I was taking this shit slow
Give me

Yeah, you know patience is a virtue
Good things come to those who wait
Holla at your boy
Woo

Look man the cops is getting vicious, streets getting colder
Nephew getting tall, my niece getting older
You know they pop, that's my brother fam
Little sis back home getting grown on the other hand
Giving me feedback, now I gotta put an end to that
Before she get wild and start having seeds, scratch

Mom dukes stressing still working every night
My niggas writing and I be flying to every kite
Just the other night lost a close homie mayne
He got caught sleeping with his toast on him, damn
Shame he can′t see his son grow
Younger brother got game on his way to the pros
And I was just running with him

He got two cousins just came home
Couldn't even get a summer with him
And everybody knew his life goals
True hustler but that′s the way life goes

Love to the jails everybody stay bold
Doing