and we stop up high (thank you lord, thank you lord) [Verse 1:] Wait a minute dawg can we take a second let me thank the lord let me count my blessings
we stop up high (thank you lord, thank you lord) [Verse 1:] Wait a minute dawg can we take a second let me thank the lord let me count my blessings thank
30 below minus the wind chill Ain't I packing chrome? Ain't I blowing strong? Ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I got it going on? Young Dro Ain't I,
drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich
who do i compete with I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love And i aint even talkin street shit Young angel, young lie and
from head to toe Everywhere we go, more hoes and plenty of dro Everywhere we go, more shows and plenty of dough It's Young Noe, E.D.I., Young Buck and
who watch For the dope, the blow, the crime, the dro For the rhymes, the dimes, the crimes and the time For the message, the lesson the stressing and the blessing
in the womb Cool, that's cool You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots by givin' hoes back shots I'm a young country
on the 34th floor they got them G's claimin true get blessed in the red, I get blessed in the blue So whatcha gonna do, young killa [ScareCrow
the Boyz N Blue Young Slim T, H-U to the G Bout to get this shit jumping, like it's 'pose to be I keep the dro close to me, stays in the party mode And
than time, Lord, hurry, they killed Brian And plus they killing kids, hurry up, 'fore they kill mine Killing time, lately there's a funeral, I'm soon to go Young Dro, bless
u can say to me when u be breathless (hook) young but i done did to too much shit i smoke like an O a day nothing but the DrO and Haze so u know i feel
say to me when u be breathless [Hook] young but i done did to too much shit i smoke like an O a day nothing but the DrO and Haze so u know i feel
the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich
set it at WHOA! Your flow ain't WHOA! Your crew ain't WHOA! Your ice ain't WHOA! Your Benz ain't WHOA! Black Rob, M.A.F.I.A., smoke 'dro Get dough, nice
