Young N Dumb-Polo G

[00:00.0][Intro] [00:00.00] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen [00:08.39]We was out here gangbangin' now [00:10.51]Posted on the block, my chain swangin' [00:12.63][Chorus] [00:13.3]Oh, to be young and dumb [00:14.84]Don't believe in one-on-ones [00:16.25]Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums [00:19.67]From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun [00:22.71]My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son [00:26.31]Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run [00:29.70]Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum [00:33.8]In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done [00:36.56]So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb [00:39.39][Verse 1] [00:39.71]Pay attention to detail, made a million off my email [00:44.10]Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells [00:45.62]But it could be a Glock 23 shell [00:47.35]Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed [00:49.24]Where I come from, we don't see Yale [00:50.98]Block baby, I'm a trap scholar [00:52.59]I really studied them streets well [00:54.18]Eyeball the work, we don't need scales [00:56.2]I got baking soda on resale [00:57.63]He'll do anything not to see jail [00:59.25]No respect if he act like a female [01:01.1]He really a bitch, uh, I gave my glizzy a switch [01:04.1]Four seconds, we empty a stick [01:05.36]Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh [01:06.94][Chorus] [01:07.21]Oh, to be young and dumb [01:08.49]Don't believe in one-on-ones [01:10.27]Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums [01:13.70]From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun [01:17.0]My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son [01:20.33]Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run [01:23.75]Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum [01:27.12]In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done [01:30.66]So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb [01:33.47][Verse 2] [01:33.90]Society got too many distractions [01:35.87]Every problem don't need a reaction [01:37.58]Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense [01:39.35]Even though kept his heat, he was lackin' [01:41.3]Lost his homie, he seen the shit happen [01:42.74]Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin' [01:44.63]All this trauma increasin' the damage [01:46.36]Hot shit with 'em demons attractin' [01:48.0]This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell [01:51.14]How you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors? Dead body smell [01:52.92]Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well [01:57.78]He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell [02:00.75][Chorus] [02:01.1]Oh, to be young and dumb [02:02.67]Don't believe in one-on-ones [02:04.42]Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums [02:08.14]From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun [02:10.91]My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son [02:14.33]Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run [02:17.76]Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum [02:20.94]In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done [02:24.25]So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb