Correction Lyrics Young n*ggas by Tory Lanez

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We from the trench, my n***a
You know that we sat at the bench, my n***a
We came in from rags to riches
From ducking bullets out the tents, my n***a, uh
I know we never came in here with nothing
It turned into something, my n***a
With all my n***as on the field
Now I'm facing court cases, they got real time
I'll be damned, man, I'll spend all my money
Before I see one of my n***as be broke
Now we getting all type of dollars
You ain't with us if you wasn't with us before
I was all at the bottom, was down on my d**k, dog
n***as left me right there on the floor
Now that I got it, I'm finally poppin'
They gotta let a young n***a just get it and go

This for the ones that abandoned me:
My heart is still filled with some anger
I watched you pu**y n***as, made me a strategy
I seen you n***as get back at me so many times
It done only made my heart the coldest
They tried to cancel me, send me right back to the trap
With the shooters, killers, and the junkies
I give a f**k if they hatin', they been hatin'
All the drama come from b*t*hes I been dated
Diamonds on me, yeah, they lookin' refrigerated
Like karate, got them b*t*hes in sensei
The mighty revenge on them n***as that been played me
I dropped a Benz on them n***as, I been hated
I'm the hood n***a that poppin' and demonstratin'
Drop the top and b*t*hes hyperventilatin'
And it's still for ones who abandoned me:
You got to see me after all the tragedy
You got to see me after all the baggage
And you got to see me after all the bashin' me
I got these lil' hood n***as on go in my city
They goey, the diamonds are glowy
We heating sh*t up for the time it was snowy
They tried it on Tory, but they couldn't fold me

These n***as they crazy, they wanna come get me
They pointed their finger, held it up against me
The D.A. wan' stop me, the judge and the jury
I'm stepping in them all to hell in Givenchy
I jump out the jet and I don't do no regular foreign
We flying that b*t*h to the moon
They see the penny and pull off the panties
Young n***a get money, you could do it too

If you run it up, young n***as, run it up, young n***as
Run it up, young n***as, run it up, young n***as
I gotta win, God gotta help me
'Cause I'm from the slums, young n***as
Run it up, young n***as, run it up, young n***as

Ayy, this for you hoes that done dated me:
I would hope you b*t*hes keep that energy
I got the blow on you b*t*hes, respectively
I got to go on you n***as eventually
I got the .40, I pass to lil' brodie
Lil' shorty, he know that you n***as is dead to me
I put the battery all in his back
When I'm mixing the Hennessy up with his enemies
I tell him go and we goin', my young n***a blowin'
He throwin', we got it, we steppin', we gang and we going
I got a new Cullinan flowing all through the traffic
Through a ratchet b*t*h neighborhood just so she know it
I pull up and skrrt, skrrt, hit the poppers, the shottas go brrt, brrt
'Bout to send my young n***as to work, work
Pool table b*t*hes 'bout to twerk

I gotta win, God gotta help me
'Cause I'm from the slums, young n***as
This One Umbrella mob

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