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royce da 5'9'' - young world (ybn cordae version) lyrics

[intro: ybn cordae]
yeah, now listen

[verse 1: ybn cordae]
royce da 5’9″ with fly rhymes and eight foot flow
shout out the og’s who told me to chase yo goals
never stargazing, mansa musa reincarnated, too far hated
chip on my shoulder sub par paychecks
was dreaming to drop a classic album
who would’ve predicted this massive outcome
the same cloth as malcolm, i was cut from
a fabric thats custom and handmade as i go on this rampage
ain’t no stopping my d#mn rage
i’m a monster, whose yet to be conquered this (sh#t) is bonkers
a country boy flowing like i was straight out of yonkers, let’s be honest
the game is ironic blowing atomic bomb and columbine couldn’t stop my rhymes rap for number nine, i be that
[?] so (f#ck) your critical feedback
return from a relapse now i can finally relax
be patient, i’m wielding the power of three nations
to simply not to spaz is taking a deep placement, my god

[chorus: [?] & royce da 5’9″]
hey, young world
hey, young world
don’t you change, for the world (you gotta be you)
hey, young world
hey, young world
i saw you change the world

[verse 2: g perico]
yeah, that adderall got you up
them student loans that you owe got you f#cked
n#ggas like me still stuck on parole
n#ggas like me caught cases and never told
stick to the code, you cracker men make your own rules
but that’s only if you really in the for movement
got my first check and put some ice on my neck
dropped ten on my card co#signed by my bic, yeah
lyin’ with the crip, yeah, doin’ wild sh#t, yeah
comin’ from the ghetto where this ignorance is bliss, yeah
gun fire sparked the mind now the mind had changed the world
high fashion got me scorin’ big with all the fine girls
it was all a dream, gq magazines
hit the billboard, throwin’ up the 2 when the big g
young world, young world, make way for the new progressive gangster with the curl

[pre#chorus]
hey young world
[?] fake man
y’all know the beef from the hood, it’ll never
tell ’em dj turn it up, turn#turn#turn it up
the b#tches, the chains, respect before fame
those are things that make the young world go ’round
the riches, the game, the bentley mulsanne
type of things that make the young world go ’round

[interlude]
the carolina panthers have selected with their number one draft pick, chauncy blackburn (hey, young world)
it is rumored that he brought his mother into a brand new home (young world)
she’ll be paying off the interest for the rest of her life, congratulations (hey young world)
recent action says that p.diddy wants to buy the carolina panthers (don’t you change)

[verse 3: royce da 5’9″]
f#ck the panthers, we out of f#ckin’ panthers
throwin’ benjamins though we could hardly trust the dancer
the truth should set me free, but somehow i’m stuck with answers
wish i could give george zimmerman karlie hustle cancer
i made millions off of prhyme, bruh
no one would front though, like where the fans be lined up?
james ball was speakin’ to street n#ggas with peace signs up
straight boss, my pheromones secrete elon musk
i’ve grown to rebuke the bible, had homies that suicidal
i loaned them until they wronged, me when grown men too entitled
took my first drink at dr. dre home ’cause i was homeless
but nowadays wildin’ roman roamin’ should do as i do
i ain’t here for the prize or medals
knowledge of god, or lies of devils
knowledge of i, or the eyes of several
death from the gun at the drummer’s expense
tell trump don’t send a tweet, send a plumber to flint

[outro: royce da 5’9″]
take the sky as your limits
take the sky as your limits
same ones that tried to hide your lineage
young world
young world, young world, young world
world, world, world, world, world
world, young world#world

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