Young World - Royce 5'9, Vince Staples, G Perico

Yeah, that double barrel need a couple beams

They wanna chip em I ain’t trippin baby up my streams

That’s how I’m swimmin', hear the hissin' from the serpentine

They tryna rattle my cage, I raised the hell evaded cells and won some battles

with greats

Die or fall from his grace, banana clips, them crackers wish that we evolved

from the apes

Who done see they homies bleed to death?

The ambulance was runnin' late

The homies had to beat his chest, the pages in my jungle book

Is crazy, baby, come and look, bandana Baloo

Big drums and the sticks, band camp with the crew

Made music in feuds before I seen a studio

Glock held the stock, 10 shots like it knew Malone

You ain’t thuggin' 'til your mothers know you doin' wrong

He was a soldier, he can’t come home, she kiss him through the phone

But y’all ain’t ever do what you rappin'

Yankee fitted, barrel kickin' like it’s Snoop in Manhattan, Norf

Hey, young world

fake man

Y’all know the beef from the hood, it’ll never

Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up

The bitches, the chains, respect before fame

Those are things that make the young world go 'round

The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne

Type of things that make the young world go 'round

& Royce da 5'9"]

Hey, young world

Hey, young world

Don’t you change, for the world (You gotta be you)

Hey, young world

Hey, young world

I saw you change the world

Yeah, that Adderall got you up

Them student loans that you owe got you fucked

Niggas like me still stuck on parole

Niggas like me caught cases and never told

Stick to the code, you cracker men make your own rules

But that’s only if you really in the for a movement

Got my first check and put some ice on my neck

Dropped ten on my card co-signed by my Bic, yeah

Lyin' with the Crip, yeah, doin' wild shit, yeah

Comin' from the ghetto where this ignorance is bliss, yeah

Gun fire sparked the mind now the mind had changed the world

High fashion got me scorin' big with all the fine girls

It was all a dream, GQ magazines

Hit the Billboard, throwin' up the 2 when the big G

Young world, young world, make way for the new progressive gangster with the

curl

Hey young world

fake man

Y’all know the beef from the hood, it’ll never

Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up

The bitches, the chains, respect before fame

Those are things that make the young world go 'round

The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne

Type of things that make the young world go 'round

The Carolina Panthers have selected with their number one draft pick,

Chauncy Blackburn (Hey, young world)

It is rumored that he brought his mother into a brand new home (Young world)

She’ll be paying off the interest for the rest of her life, congratulations

(Hey young world)

Recent action says that P. Diddy wants to buy the Carolina Panthers (Don't you

change)

Fuck the Panthers, we are the fuckin' panthers

Throwin' Benjamins though we could hardly trust the dancer

The truth should set me free, but somehow I’m stuck with answers

Wish I could give George Zimmerman Karlie Hustle cancer

I made millions off of PRhyme, bruh

No one would front though, like where the fans be lined up

James Baldwin speakin' to street niggas with peace signs up

Straight boss, my pheromones secrete Elon Musk

I’ve grown to rebuke the Bible, had homies that suicidal

I loaned them until they wronged me, when grown men were too entitled

Took my first drink at Dr. Dre home 'cause I was homeless

But nowadays while in Rome, Romans should do as I do

I ain’t here for the prize or medals

Knowledge of God, or lies of Devils

Knowledge of I, or the eyes of several

Death from the gun at the drummer’s expense

Tell Trump don’t send a tweet, send a plumber to Flint

Take the sky as your limits

Take the sky as your limits

Same ones that tried to hide your lineage

Young world

Young world, young world, young world

World, world, world, world, world

World, young world-world