Chris Brown — Life of a Young Nigga

[Intro] Drumma Boy [Verse 1] Yeah, look, well it's that real shit, straight from Virginia Down for my niggas I really ride All of us got a semi cocked Country nigga bought a yacht, Rolex the watch Take the roof off that motherfucker just to shut down the block Niggas starvin', look at my pockets, they fill up with knots You mechanical, I will damage you, I'm somethin' you not These bitches compliment my tendencies, tattoos and nose rings This is how we ride on our enemies Hate it, but you love it, out in public, you duckin' My niggas got no regards for the repercussions Promethazine and weed, they see the reaper comin' I see 'em all lean, but I'm tryna teach 'em somethin' [Chorus] What they don't know (Yeah, uh) It's just the life of a young nigga That's what they don't know (Haha, that's just the life, yeah, yeah) It's just the life of a young nigga Roll up (Life), alright, yeah Welcome to the life of a young nigga I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up), haha (Yeah, look, look) This just the life of a— (Woo!) [Verse 2] No more days of me not gettin' paid, my paper straight No more shade, hatin' on a nigga, I'm startin' to bake Heatin' up, mama wasn't even make minimum wage She get her on TV show, act Hollywood and L.A I said, "Wassup mama? You doin' it, lookin' like a bad bitch Talkin' hella records, remember when you ain't had shit?" I guess you on now, let me fall back Let you do you and calm down, let that pussy get worn out The club feeling like high school Everybody in cliques, bitches act like they like you Niggas sucked the most dick, can I get in? What up, my nigga? Only wanna see these bitches, won't you shut up, my nigga? Yikes! [Chorus] What they don't know (Yeah, uh) It's just the life of a young nigga That's what they don't know (Haha, that's just the life, yeah, yeah) It's just the life of a young nigga Roll up (Life), alright, yeah Welcome to the life of a young nigga I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up), haha (Yeah, alright, look, look) This just the life of a— (Woo!) [Verse 3] I swear they writin' my third verses in cursive A catalyst for the reason bitches buyin' these purses The same reason that I just bought this kush, a nigga burnin' She likin' my chain, givin' me brain, that bitch learnin', put her up on gang But all these lives that I changed won't change me Same cool nigga, same old Breezy It's so amazin', I'm somethin' major, a thousand dollar tip for the waiter And I can relate, you should get hella paid for manual labor All the teachers and the police takin' a hell of a pay cut Society fucked up, I'm fucked up, when the hell we gon' wake up? Takin' me to the dark side, killin' me, feelin' like Darth Vader Think the Lord gon' save you, if you was God, you hate us (Hate us) [Chorus] What they don't know (Yeah, uh) It's just the life of a young nigga That's what they don't know (Haha, that's just the life, yeah, yeah) It's just the life of a young nigga Roll up (Life), alright, yeah Welcome to the life of a young nigga I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up), haha (Yeah, look, look) This just the life of a— (Woo!)