Epidemic by Yhung T.O. (Ft. E.D.I. Mean)
Epidemic by Yhung T.O. (Ft. E.D.I. Mean)

Epidemic

Yhung T.O. & E.D.I. Mean * Track #11 On On My Momma 3: Angels & Demons

Epidemic Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
I said I don't know what you thinking, and I don't know what you feeling
But I know that it's the same across the globe for real niggas (Real niggas)
(City to city man, state to state)
(We all going through the same shit)
I said I don't know what you thinking, and I don't know what you feeling
But I know that it's the same across the globe for real niggas (Real niggas)
You just gotta keep your strap tucked, keep your head up, my nigga
Yeah, and you gotta watch your nigga, 'cause these days these niggas snitchin'
Gotta watch who you call brother, 'cause these days, these niggas bitches
Gotta keep it 200 times fine to be the realest
Ever since I was a younging, I been hustling, tryna get it
You know them whitе folks wanna see you in them cuffs, nigga
Your own kind don't wanna see you come up, nigga
And when you makе the wrong choices, that shit stuck witcha
That's why a nigga out wit', in this new outfit
Born in this world broke, now a nigga count chips
How many times I done failed? My nigga, It's countless
And if my niggas go to jail, they get bailed out quick
I'm tryna break a nigga spearet, but I still won't quit

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
That's 30,000 on one necklace, nigga
I keep my Glock, they tryna stress you, nigga
They ain't your brothers if they jealous, nigga
Watch them all turn they back and try [?], nigga
Ain't no escaping when them heavens call
Ain't no escaping when they tell it all
Ain't no escaping from the fentanyl
Popping hella percs, and tryna feel them all
Ain't no slowing down, when that molly call
Baby, this codeine, this ain't no tylenol
Mixing marajuana with this alcohol
Don't give a fuck about your talent 'less it [?]
I've been through it all, and I done heard it all
Got numb to the pain, I don't hurt at all
Everybody changing on me, I just shake it off, I just shake it off
When you chasing that money, start getting goosebumps
When it's all eyes on you, you gotta keep that tool tucked
And they gon' wanna bring you down, when they see you up
He don't even know his father, he just boot up
He just boot up
(He don't even know his pops, but he just boot up)

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
When these pussy niggas playing with your vision
And you gotta bring that food back for them children
And they don't ever stop the cops, they just start filmin'
(They don't let them breathe tho')

[Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean]
The most valuable thing you got is your life, and that's real
Playing these games on the field, gon' have you sitting still
Looking at some long time, mama tryna get you home
Lawyers ain't picking up, what the fuck is going on?
My young niggas coming up, peak game
Don't let the money make you change or act strange
Stay focused, all in together now
Be bumpin loud with my nigga Yhung T.O. now
Tryna put you up on something, so please listen close
It ain't what you think it is, in case you didn't know
These crackas want you in the dirt, man, you getting close
You making it too easy for 'em, that ain't the way to go
Sitting in your cell now, head in your hands
Thinking goddamn, man, I had so many plans
This your last chance, better make a change quick
Keep doing the same things, you gon' get the same shit

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
When these pussy niggas playing with your vision
And you gotta bring that food back for them children
And they don't ever stop the cops, they just start filming

Epidemic Q&A

Who wrote Epidemic's ?

Epidemic was written by Yhung T.O. & E.D.I. Mean.

Who produced Epidemic's ?

Epidemic was produced by Money Montage & Ayo B.

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