[Joe Budden ad libs]
[DJ On Point - talking over Joe Budden]
This shit right here in called Young Niggaz
Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat
Whole Monie Ave, I see you
(DJ ON POINT)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Yo, my struggle's a little different
Y'all niggaz was selling, I was sniffin
Psyche, rewind it, I'm just kiddin (OH!)
I was hangin with old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same safe you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was fuckin with pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the video vixens
Around the time Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was still pitchin
I was stealin money from my moms anytime she left her purse in the kitchen (that was fucked up)
Guzzlin a fifth and
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't glisten (OH!)
Moms still bitchin
She thought I knew better, but I didn't
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost like somethin inside of me kept itchin
I thought the streets loved me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God lookin like the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that looked like metal
I dropped outta school, naw not to be cool
I was sittin there bored, thought all y'all was fools
Fuck I wanna read up on Romeo

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