[Intro]
We on, we young (no lie)
We on, we young
We on, we young (no lie)
We on, we young
We on, we young (no lie)
We on, we young
We on, we young
[Verse 1]
Everything straight
All the bills paid (yeah), grandmama wanna see the kids
So the weekend is yours babe
Tell me how you wan' do the shit? (How you wan' do it?)
Paper tags on the newest whip
Speed with me through the city like a lunatic
Reminiscin' on our middle school years bumpin' Ludacris
What's Your Fantasy?, and who it's with
Uh, I already know the answer
But behind close doors romance her
Who programmed ya to hold ya head up? Work (work)
How they gon' stop ya when you know your worth?
Let's go and hit the strip club together
Posin' for the 'Gram, girl, we need more pics
I send the waitress to get more ones
I can tell these strippers need more sense
How you reachin' for the money while I'm still tippin'?
You need some players club etiquette (word)
Pickin' money off the floor
And the song ain't even done
(?) with her, never did that petty shit (no)
I'm sippin' Dom P out the bottle
And you in here lookin' better than the strippers
And your homegirls lookin' like some models
And you know we brought some real niggas with us, we young
[Chorus]
(Please, no lies)
We on, we young
(No lies, tell me no lies)
We on, we young
(Please, no lies) no lie
We on, we young
(No lies, tell me no lies) no lie
[Verse 2]
Nothin' but the truth, nothin' but the real
Hold up, did I mention (what?)
(?) somethin' but love
Nothin' but blessings, always good intentions (true)
Sky ain't the limit
We in a whole 'nother realm
Bow down, if they don't know I'm one of one by now
I don't know what else to tell
Live fast, die young
But the spirit is eternal
Never endin' energy, remember we gon' be alright
Even while we struggle with the hurdles
This is for the dope girls hidin' work in they girdles
In and out of town for me, girl, I know I don't deserve you
Puttin' cars in your name, now we ridin' sippin' purple
Haters on the sideline tryin' to fit in with the circle
Remember we used to chase the American dream (wooo!)
Now we in charge of the standard
Party hard 'til they can us
Even feel free in they handcuffs (arrgh)
March, I got my bands up
Bottle in my hand with my pants up
Got my girl with me, she got her hair done
Eyebrows on (?), understand us
They don't get it, they don't get it (they don't get it)
They can't get with our slang
Misunderstood generation, but we just doin' our thing (our thing)
My nigga, my nigga (my nigga)
Might not even know his real name
But that's still my nigga
'Cause the situation with Ran' is one in the same, we young
[Chorus]
(Please, no lies)
We on, we young
(No lies, tell me no lies)
We on, we young
(Please, no lies) no lie
We on, we young
(No lies, tell me no lies) no lie
(Please, no lies)
We on, we young
(No lies, tell me no lies)
We on, we young
(Please, no lies) no lie
We on, we young
(No lies, tell me no lies) no lie
We’re On. We’re Young was written by DJ Grumble & Rain910.
We’re On. We’re Young was produced by DJ Grumble.
Rain910 released We’re On. We’re Young on Tue Jun 23 2015.