Lyrical Breakdown of Only The Family, Ikey & Hypno Carlito - Young Rich Niggaz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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All my niggas be my niggas, I can't change up on them (woah)
OTF, them ain't my niggas, them my brothers, we fam (woah-oh)
Came a long way from the bottom, now we ball out the gym (woah)
Hundred bottles, hundred niggas, they let all of us in (woah-oh)
Came straight from the bottom, now we ball out the gym, yeah (woah-oh)
Rollies on Rollies, they be on all of our wrists, yeah (woah)
Don't fuck with new niggas,
you can't be all in our mix, yeah (woah-oh)
We some young, rich niggas, made it far from that shit, yeah
Uh-uh (young rich niggas, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh (young rich niggas, yeah)
Ayy (what up, bro?), let's get it
I remember I was down bad,
I ain't really have shit (ain't really have shit)
I was waitin' at the curb to change,
to hit me a lick (hit me a lick, a lick)
We was shorties, we was wildin',
they couldn't tell us shit (couldn't tell us, shit)
We wild, insane and crazy,
you know we kept them blicks (woah-oh, them blicks)
I miss my fuckin' brothers that I
lost to the streets (woah-oh, R.I.P.)
I gotta get this money, I gotta feed the fam (woah-oh, OTF)
I gotta turn up, I got a daughter now (woah-oh)
It's OTF for life and we don't fuck with y'all (nah)
I'm tired of all the sneak disses (I'm tired of all the sneak disses)
I'm tired of all this female shit (woah-oh)
Ayy, Hyp, these niggas swear they real (swear they real)
But they never did no real shit, yeah
All my niggas be my niggas, I can't change up on them (woah)
OTF, them ain't my niggas, them my brothers, we fam (woah-oh)
Came a long way from the bottom, now we ball out the gym (woah)
Hundred bottles, hundred niggas, they let all of us in (woah-oh)
Came straight from the bottom, now we ball out the gym, yeah (woah-oh)
Rollies on Rollies, they be on all of our wrists, yeah (woah)
Don't fuck with new niggas,
you can't be all in our mix, yeah (woah-oh)
We some young, rich niggas, made it far from that shit, yeah
Uh-uh (young rich niggas, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh (young rich niggas, yeah)
Let's get it