Artist: A$AP Mob f/ A$AP Ant, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Twelvyy Album: Cozy Tapes, Vol. 1: Friends Song: Young Nigga Living Typed by: Cedmaster3K [A$AP Ant] Young wild nigga, I'm high as hell Break a whole pound down, smell the smell Word around town, they ringin' bells All my niggas crackin', lock the shells Sweatpants on with the YSL Might go Dipset, Pelle Pell' All white on, the light snow In the summertime my fly glow Some hate me, some love me though Bitches on the guest list at my shows In the moshpit throwin' elbows Daydream of gettin' that Phantom Rolls Pour up, slow down, catch the flow Bummy niggas want to steal my clothes Thirsty niggas want to fuck my hoes Run up on me, meet the .4-4 Mobbin' ten deep in the Tahoe Drug money, rap money, more dough Pops taught me 'bout the wrist game Rap don't work, flip cocaine Do it for the money, don't do it for fame Don't love the hoes, let my bros run trains Puffin' on gas, lightin' up the flame City on my back like a campaign Cross-over, slammed, that LeBron James Peanut butter inside, wood grain Pull up on your block like a goblin All you see is guns, get to sparkin' Then the police get to chalkin' Dope in the car, no walk in Outbid a nigga, no bargain Nigga... [A$AP Twelvyy] Yeah, young nigga livin' Young nigga livin', fuckin' these bitches Niggas ain't made for the stone cold Niggas pull K's for the coco I'ma just blaze with the .4-4, stand back Blow haze in my low-low, catch a fade then I go go Act right, then I fade to the slow-mo That's right, gotta pay for the po-po On the West, got the drank for the low low Bounce in my low-low, vision like a GoPro Down Melrose, got about twelve hoes In the Valley, I got about twelve more Two twelve in the pell, give em' hell like you came from the twelfth floor Got the bell, get the bands like a billfold Where they at? Man I'm strapped like Velcro Where I'm at, I'ma bad in the hell hole Where it's at, matter fact who the hell knows? It's a fact that I rap and I move O's Then the Act got me slapped, man I'm too slow Then I'm trapped in a trap turn the two door Porsche 9-1-1, shit too cold Man I'm one then I'm done then it's new coach Man 9-1-1, we don't do those [Chorus: A$AP Twelvyy] Young nigga livin', young nigga livin', fuckin' these bitches Young nigga livin', young nigga livin', handle my bid'ness Young nigga livin', young nigga livin', gettin' this chicken Young nigga livin', young nigga livin', 40 I'm sippin' Young nigga livin', young nigga livin', young nigga livin' Young nigga livin', young nigga livin', fuckin' these bitches Young nigga livin', young nigga livin', handle my bid'ness Young nigga livin', young nigga livin', gettin' this chicken [A$AP Ferg] Hah, yeah, uhh Life's so hard R.I.P. grandma These cops play different Every corner got a camera I swear the game got a cancer These lil niggas bust a hammer With bitch-made tenden- -cies, make 'em wanna give they man up Ain't about gang bangers or color bandanas or holdin' your fist up and reppin' the Panthers See Willie still Lynchin', they want us to hang us Game is still pimpin', adapted the changes I'll take your 360, work off your anus Shit on these niggas like you constipated See that's what I did and momma I made it but I'm gone out my mind and my point is vacated I can't take this world, ain't got the patience Years of oppression, I'm feelin' violated And that's why my niggas be highly sedated Addicted to money and drivin' new Ranges Gone off the lean, want to stay faded They can't even drink 'cause their life is so jaded I want to be clean but the world is so tainted ... Ain't it? [Chorus]