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fame junior – young legend lyrics

young legend

verse1

i don’t buy jordans with a jumpman on the back
i’m jump man with the racks, and i can freeze h-ll for those racks
i can freeze h-ll for the bags, n i can get silly for those
i got a million flows, here’s a dose just to keep you afloat trust
i never feel pressed, i ain’t just learned to sketch
i never feel g-ssed, i don’t rap to get respect
i only rap so the paper exchange hands
i’m like iverson on finals, dropping 48 when i’m suppose to get swept
i let you know homes worth!! like you property shopping
no table hopping to the other side
i’m what surrounds the paramount
if it’s my name they better double the amount
i keep my head high & my chest out like james brown
i don’t play friends or foes
i do this sh-t for my kidssss and that’s mixed babies on forbes
insane if i let a hater live
insane if i watch y’all eat
i suggest don’t contest him please
to distress he dress to k!ll
he won’t let you breathe , his gas is never on e
i’m the king you go to, n im goat too
back with too many styles, too many rhymes too
in a cl-ss of my own like i’m home skooled
so sick you might catch the flue trust

hook

i never sleep still at it (still at it)
i never rest still at it (still at it)
i never stop still run it (still run it)
i’m up all night till it all pays out
i
so if i go if i go i’m a young legend
young king fresh prince
if i go if i go i’m a young legend
young king fresh prince
if i die if i die i’m a young legend
young king fresh prince
if i die if i die i’m a young legend
young king fresh prince

i know that you know my name
n-gga preach
i know that you know my name
n-gga preach
i know that you know my name
ok young!!

verse2

this ain’t no biggy biggy heavy heavy sh-t
yea we might look light but we heavy still
sit your -ss down punk you might learn some sh-t
watch me rope-a-dope like muhammad ali
they double cups for the lean, i double commas for the win
i dog the broads like mike vick
i’m more like mike jordan, you more like patrick ewing
when i drive them crazy? your girl do the stick shiftin
somebody shut me the f-ck up im on the roll
im the nasty devil nocking, so get your locks on
death of the trap, i stack up coffins in the booth
mic game garvey speech dressed in a harvey suit
what’s my name? what my name
y’all know fame yea you know fame the 1
no silly n-ggas in the game
i’m just im just i’m just an i con living !!!
who’s hot who’s not, tell me who rock?who sell out the shows
you wait on him to flop, but he just cop the new drop
loved by white girls like he doing pop
same old king fame
too hot headed to get cold feet
can’t stand the heat,quit being a b-tch
take a sit and watch me teach
f-ck the world i’m just gon keep getting rich

- fame junior lyrics

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