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young invent - king lyrics

chorus:
what you need what what you need i got what you need
what what you need x 2

[versus 1: young invent]
h gang you ain’t you ain’t you ain’t saying nothing
i ain’t heard before n-gga i am young invent
why you think they call me the best
n-gga it’s the intent
i’m he last of a dying breed, i went to plant seeds
in every realest kids mind so it won’t end with me no
i presume when you have a vision like mine
you go need a telescope to see as far as my eyes
and invent i solemnly yeah i solemnly swear
to write the spit it’s illest sh-t i swear you’ll ever hear yeah
n-ggas don’t hate me i can’t blame you you can hate me
all you want to you can fade me all you n-ggas think you great me
i been putting it on my h gang you can ask my n-gga pain/
eddie clocker, gee whyte, j lyric neutro maine
everything we ever did is all for the streets
so when these n-ggas see me hawking they be know its for the beats
i ain’t never been pretending everything i’m winnin’
worth a quarter hundred worth a quarter million f-ck

chorus
what you need what what you need i got what you need
what what you need x 2

[versus 2:young invent]
a raising star is what the media say
realest n-gga in the world is what the streets would say
most loyal dependable n-gga is what my team would say
difference between me and y’all n-ggas any day
i made executive decisions n-gga saw my way
to the top homeboy there ain’t no stopping me
i taught n-ggas to get companies to write checks
and taught n-ggas how to book shows and get connects
and taught n-ggas how to blow and this the thanks i get
i guess that it’s true what they say leeches ain’t sh-t
f-ck janky promoters that lie bout what they do
claiming that they can book major acts but only booked you
haha and in the long run i falls on the head of the crew
and since i’m king of the jungle n-gga they go blame who
i’m starting to see why karma s makes sure n-ggas never make
it so close to the prize but y’all n-ggas never taste it f-cks

[versus 3: the doja]
yo i’m way out in las vegas but never losing touch with my
brother young inventa mucho caliente it’s the doja doja doja
i told ja told ja told ja listen up motherf-ckas the roofs
about to blow

- young invent lyrics

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