Life of a Young Nigga Chris Brown

[Intro]
(Drumma Boy)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look, well, it's that real shit, straight from Virginia
Down for my niggas, I really ride
All of us got a semi cocked
Country nigga bought a yacht, Rolex the watch
Take the roof off that motherfucker just to shut down the block
Niggas starvin', look at my pockets, they fill up with knots
You mechanical, I will damage you, I'm somethin' you not
These bitches compliment my tendencies, tattoos and nose rings
This is how we ride on our enemies
Hate it, but you love it, out in public, you duckin'
My niggas got no regard for they repercussions
Promethazine and weed, they see the reaper comin'
I see 'em all lean, but I'm tryna teach 'em somethin'

[Chorus]
What they don't know (Yeah, uh)
It's just the life of a young nigga
That's just what they don't know (Haha, that's just the life, yeah, yeah)
It's just the life of a young nigga
Roll up (Life), alright (Do it), yeah
Welcome to the life of a young nigga
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up), haha (Yeah, haha, look, look)
This just the life of a— (Woo!)