"Innocent Youth" lyrics
(feat. Christion, Fed X & Maki)
Ooh, Christión, The Jacka
Yeah, yeah
Maki, Christión
The game ain't gon bring you down
The sirens won't make a sound
The feds ain't gon come around
No more, no more
I sold crack rock, stood on a crack block
Slept in crack houses, peddled crack to your spouses
I came up in this cruel world, felon wasn't in me
A young juvenile sold to the hardest where they sent me
Back and forth by the boys' camps
The judge told me I'll be headed up the steep ramp
The big sentence for sure to see San Quentin
Keeping it hard, a phonebook vest
Pack a shank and ride with a car
Run through your crib or you're blood
Muslim or BGF, salute your guns
For them lost souls that died on your set
It's for my 25-to-lifers
I'm reppin' for you, I'm telling you dawg
Everythang I do is for the cause
You ever feel like the world doesn't want you here?
Drink and hit it to the head, trying hard to escape your fears
You're stressed out, smoked out
Tryna deal with life
I've been born for this long
In this life of the wicked, push the pacific
With cakes, cake wrapped up on my hips
Learning to HR, and see
Things and grinders keeping them dumb
Popcorn, cook up, dope man, jook up
Dry water, shook up, 26 grams bag, I'm drunk, high
Look into my young eyes, it's dreary
Nigga think you know me, think you see me
It's getting this life, life without a post
Like dying without a ghost
Stack your meal, fill your throats
They still watch us close, there's still no hope
Was once young, innocent but so dumb
Two roads of life, a magnet to the road one
It isn't his blame for rocking up and sow some off
America, no blood in this shit, it ain't exposed to him
I'm innocent
Probably got at 80 [?] predicament
They say poison polluting my family
I'm ripping it
You ever feel like the world doesn't want you here?
Drink and hit it to the head, trying hard to escape your fears
You're stressed out, smoked out
Tryna deal with life
Circle the block with the chops out
Hit the corner with the chop drone
Blasting heavy metal like a rock song
Never will settle cause I plan to have it locked on
Dope game baby, you need this shit, you love this shit
I remember back in 86, that's when it would start
I look around, I'm by myself, at least a nigga got heart
Watching my mother and the struggle mayne, it's breaking my heart
Time is catching up, the sword of life done pierced my skin
In the 6th grade pushing rocks, 11 and 10
All my niggas was just innocent youth back then
And the rich shit was many but I learned to blend in
Me and Fed-X was innocent youth back then
Lifelong marriage to the mob
Strictly for my niggas, we only die out (The ghetto)
I hit the block for a hour with brown and powder
Ill nigga with a lil innocent look about it
Raised in the streets, came with the beats and battles
Beat was handled, 17, heat was handled
What you know about a cold hearted innocent youth?
Ditching the school just to hit the block and sit in the coupe
With the OG's, broads came, money got sweeter
Kept slinging, max came in, dope got cheaper
Narcs raided, feds came in, dope got weaker
Rame got shot, my tape dropped and niggas was tweakin'
Heads got dead, you snake niggas got left leakin'
Block kept speaking, since then cops been creepin'
Innocent youth, Glock in the booth, it ain't cool
Gotta see now, what should I do?
What should I do?
What should I do?
It ain't cool
Gotta see now, what should I do?
Hey
The game ain't gon bring me down
The sirens won't make a sound
And the feds ain't gon come around
No more, no more
The game ain't gon bring me down
The sirens won't make a sound
And the feds ain't gon come around
No more, no more
Yeah, yeah
Maki, Christión
The game ain't gon bring you down
The sirens won't make a sound
The feds ain't gon come around
No more, no more
I sold crack rock, stood on a crack block
Slept in crack houses, peddled crack to your spouses
I came up in this cruel world, felon wasn't in me
A young juvenile sold to the hardest where they sent me
Back and forth by the boys' camps
The judge told me I'll be headed up the steep ramp
The big sentence for sure to see San Quentin
Keeping it hard, a phonebook vest
Pack a shank and ride with a car
Run through your crib or you're blood
Muslim or BGF, salute your guns
For them lost souls that died on your set
It's for my 25-to-lifers
I'm reppin' for you, I'm telling you dawg
Everythang I do is for the cause
You ever feel like the world doesn't want you here?
Drink and hit it to the head, trying hard to escape your fears
You're stressed out, smoked out
Tryna deal with life
I've been born for this long
In this life of the wicked, push the pacific
With cakes, cake wrapped up on my hips
Learning to HR, and see
Things and grinders keeping them dumb
Popcorn, cook up, dope man, jook up
Dry water, shook up, 26 grams bag, I'm drunk, high
Look into my young eyes, it's dreary
Nigga think you know me, think you see me
It's getting this life, life without a post
Like dying without a ghost
Stack your meal, fill your throats
They still watch us close, there's still no hope
Was once young, innocent but so dumb
Two roads of life, a magnet to the road one
It isn't his blame for rocking up and sow some off
America, no blood in this shit, it ain't exposed to him
I'm innocent
Probably got at 80 [?] predicament
They say poison polluting my family
I'm ripping it
You ever feel like the world doesn't want you here?
Drink and hit it to the head, trying hard to escape your fears
You're stressed out, smoked out
Tryna deal with life
Circle the block with the chops out
Hit the corner with the chop drone
Blasting heavy metal like a rock song
Never will settle cause I plan to have it locked on
Dope game baby, you need this shit, you love this shit
I remember back in 86, that's when it would start
I look around, I'm by myself, at least a nigga got heart
Watching my mother and the struggle mayne, it's breaking my heart
Time is catching up, the sword of life done pierced my skin
In the 6th grade pushing rocks, 11 and 10
All my niggas was just innocent youth back then
And the rich shit was many but I learned to blend in
Me and Fed-X was innocent youth back then
Lifelong marriage to the mob
Strictly for my niggas, we only die out (The ghetto)
I hit the block for a hour with brown and powder
Ill nigga with a lil innocent look about it
Raised in the streets, came with the beats and battles
Beat was handled, 17, heat was handled
What you know about a cold hearted innocent youth?
Ditching the school just to hit the block and sit in the coupe
With the OG's, broads came, money got sweeter
Kept slinging, max came in, dope got cheaper
Narcs raided, feds came in, dope got weaker
Rame got shot, my tape dropped and niggas was tweakin'
Heads got dead, you snake niggas got left leakin'
Block kept speaking, since then cops been creepin'
Innocent youth, Glock in the booth, it ain't cool
Gotta see now, what should I do?
What should I do?
What should I do?
It ain't cool
Gotta see now, what should I do?
Hey
The game ain't gon bring me down
The sirens won't make a sound
And the feds ain't gon come around
No more, no more
The game ain't gon bring me down
The sirens won't make a sound
And the feds ain't gon come around
No more, no more
