Teksty:
Kill The Young Addiction

I need to find my addiction I need a break from restrictions Can't tell the fact from the fiction Just watch the lack of conviction Lifestyle the new

I need to find my addiction I need a break from restrictions Can't tell the fact from the fiction Just watch the lack of conviction Lifestyle the new

the syrup Got a nigga moving slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these

Met this fine young thing at the local Circle K She made a date for a half past eight and I said, "What the hey?" So I journeyed to her crib and I let

the hood I bet you dont ever go there Ayy so slow there boy Don't go there boy Its people you dont know there boy Young nigga thats addicted to the Polaroids

put your cash in, nah I doubt I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it you n-ggas is ducks howards, cowards kill the competition and hsower

One, two, one, two, three, four First we got the crack, then we got the gats Then they changed all the laws, it was a set up Lockin' all the young homies

off that [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Two homes on the block Each one mill and this ring on my finger is an E one deal Canary yellow stone, can?t be faded Fatigue belt, 45 made for the navy Young

Ross's Haters move cautious Nicotin flow they addicted and get nauseous 22 spendin' on a pan of mary porches You can say the rockers is for the young