Young

[Intro]
Life lessons, never learn n*gga

[Mvrs]
Life lessons, life lessons
Got’ta tell you that it's too impressive
I done grew like a 100 years; I'm not that kid from ‘07
Mama cried a 1000 tears, but who's really really keepin’ records?
Who's really really with the shits?
Who's really really in the section?
Who's talking ‘bout being friends?
And who's with me through thick and thin?
Who's really really with the business?
Who's just try’na make a living?
Who knows that I never listen, & still forgive me when I'm caught slippin’?
Every song that was never sung
Back then when I was way too young

[Hook]
I was I was young
Yeah
All I really needed was a little bit of time
All I really needed was a little bit of time
(time time time)
X2
I was young
All I really needed was a little bit of time
All I really needed was

[Mvrs]
Life lessons, life lessons
Should it really get a nigga stressin’?
Pilin' up till I'm too aggressive
Pro testin'
God’s testin
Need an angel with a calculator cause I really really got’ta count a blessing
And that's all on my mama;
Tolerated, I was never resting
I'm a stray cannon
They jammin'
I hop on a record and really wreck it
I was Born a Roman I'm not Makonnan
I ain't tryna make it off a shitty record
All this itty bitty business in the city would’ve probably given you a wrong impression
Like Paps watching ‘em cuff' me
Look at his son as he gets arrested like way too young

And this shit is a product of old days
The baggage I carry like always
Told you my mind is a labyrinth
Whenever I walk through these hallways
I am reminded of your face
Making me open a closed case of those days
When I was way too young

[Hook]
I was I was young
Yeah
All I really needed was a little bit of time
All I really needed was a little bit of time
(time time time)
X2
I was young
All I really needed was a little bit of time
All I really needed was

[JAILEYMAISON]
Who be witchu in the cold days
Who be witchu in a closed cased
Who is really really in the field
Underrated rappers tryn’a get a deal
Dreamin’ of a mill
In contender still
I’ve been through the struggle, then pop a pill
To forget the feelin’ that I really feel
I be ill as fuck and I cannot heal
A lot of shit I ain’t proud of
I was getting food with a voucher
So I started selling a bit of green to turn my music up louder
Sober life ain’t for me dawg
Mason grinding like Tony Hawk
Time is tickin’ I’m against the clock
I was on the streets, now my heart’s a rock (yup)
Tell me tell me what’s the difference?
Bringing the real, they ain’t listening
A lot of bars I be prisonin’
LOT x Mason no competition boy!
Smoking pack after pack, couldn’t feel my lungs
Learned a lot from all this shit when I was way too young

[Outro]
I was I was young
Yeah
All I really needed was a little bit of time
All I really needed was a little bit of time

I. Was. Young