We So Young Songtext
von CEO Trayle

We was young but we grown
We was dumb, but we know
Run it up it′s on the floor
Don't put your feelings in your business
Shit ain′t personal
Tell him watch his mouth he start to curse at four
I say she can't get no dick
She start to curse at Four
Bitch ain't never get no double CC purse before
Ay I pull up to the plug house and get my percs and go
They was all scared to rap inside this bitch
I′m first to go
He play with Four then he the first to go
He not too young to understand
Cus when this shit all hit the fan
You better take that like a man
Made your bed you better lay in that
Stand here for about twenty minutes
Tell him play it back
Now they say they don′t wanna testify


I think I know why
Open my hands receive my blessings now
Just fall in from the sky
I was young asking questions
Used to wonder why
Draco clap for that comedian he was a funny guy
It was tears in my eyes
Know I cried
Cousin died
Brother died
Other brother died
It's not three′s it's fives
Seven shots got me traumatized
They watching out for my demise
Shit go off them war cries
He didn′t hesitate to make it clap
I just pray we make it back
Way too real no faking that
Purple thoink and yellow bitches in my Laker hat
You up that shit you better shoot it
I might take a strap
Won't tolerate no disrespect it′s that
You see his line it's flat
It's columbine part two they not expecting that
You come in the apartments I was in the back
Me and Milk, Lil Bear and Matt
Ms. Tammy died the hood felt it
She wasn′t coming back
Grandpa died I damn near melted
I wasn′t there for that
Can't stand for I′m bout to say go get a chair for that
Folks nem said he was my brother then he turned his back
Ain't need no nigga to swing no cutter
I was doing that
Thanksgiving dinner from my mother
I picked dude over my brother
Free tickets when my sister paid
Did too much must think ima runner
Big Ol Boss before that money came
There won′t be another
Tried to give that boy the C4 frame
Went back to the gutter
You want him to be just like me
You want him to diss me too
My lil bitch say she a Pieces and she wetter than a pool
And they said I wouldn't be shit
Cus I was falling back in school
They took Anthony but they didn′t take his chain
So what I do
Dropped out, got a pack
Hit the block, made it back
Clocked out, clocked in
I ain't clocked out yet
Ducks all in a row check
Swear they think I wrote that
Rap this shit don't hold back
Kinda like therapy
Ungrateful they using me but they all scared of me
When I get mad
They blame my anger on my medicine
These perc fifteens ain′t do it
Adderal ain′t do it
I know that this ecstasy ain't do it
For sure the weed ain′t do it
We so young but they don't understand me
Try to take sum he dumb kill him for my family
Bitches say she can′t stand me
Told the police unhand me
I put him on a damn tee Four