Fountain of Youth - Stalley

Huh!

Fountain of youth

May our legacies live forever

Huh!

(M-M-Maybach Music)

All my niggas quiet but we burning loud

Makaveli to the max, never turn it down

Mac-11 in a Benz, how you like me now?

I run the city so my closet look like Nike Town

Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income?

Am I fucking your bitches?

Is it official?

My nigga did a dime, didn’t learn a thing from it

Came home in two weeks, got him a 600

Get a text from the boss: you know them bricks coming

Chicks at the beach house like they gon' miss something

From the trenches I rose, only loving the dough

From the Chevy to Rolls, now it’s fur on the floor

Smoke an ounce of the truth, that’s my fountain of youth

R.I.P.

to Mr. Shakur, this one is for you

Nipsey Hussle and I got my nigga Stalley on it

Double MG burning out in Cali on it (Maybach Music)

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look

These rap books buried in gold

The treasure of a million men, Versace shades trimmed in gold

My life’s big like them cameras explode

And capture this rags to riches story that I unfold

The youth fountain for the few counting, made money but who’s counting?

It’s hard stunting living in subsidized housing

Every bag you bring though the door, dude’s counting

And every new girl you bring through, dude’s hounding

They want your youth so they watch your moves

From your pinky ring down to how you lace your shoes

Rope chains with the precious jewels

The dope game had impression rules

So what they did with cocaine and a couple spoons

Had the whole hood acting like goons

Tryna be the richest, tryna the be flyest

Claim to be balling, end up like Len Bias

Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence!

(M-M-M-Maybach Music)

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look

Laces in my blue Chucks, represent my bros first

Staring at my Rollie bezel as I soul search

Run this money marathon til my soles hurt

But no materials could measure what my soul’s worth

I wanted everything, feel like I had no choice

Young niggas wishing on a star like Rose Royce

Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work

I made a promise, give me options and I cold turk'

Sick of sitting on the side while it’s game point

Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain’t had no voice

Crazy lady speaking tongues said it’s gon' work

Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokespers'

Study rich niggas' moves like my homework

Sacrilegious;

however, streets was my own church

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look