Young Nigga Lyrics - Singles - D-mac

Bridge: 

Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it 

Hustling in my blood, got money on my mind 

Got dreams of living good, so I'm out here on my grind 

I Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it 

Cuz talking niggas talk, and real niggas do 

I'm busy getting me, I hope you getting you, I gotta get it 

Verse 1: 

I wake up, thank the lord, wash my face, brush my teeth 

Put on clothes, grab my phones, then I'm out in the streets 

Wake up at the crack of dawn, can't make money if you sleep 

All I talk about is getting it, gotta practice what I preach 

Gotta eat, gotta eat, aint no bird feeding me 

Bringing something to the table never label me a leech 

I aint worried bout no freaks, I aint never sweating hoes 

They straight when you paid, and they gone when you broke 

Auntie said, listen son always let em' see you smile 

When you're on your way up, people try to bring you down 

They gone talk behind ya back, they gone slander your name 

But just do your thang, it's apart of the game, just go and get it 

Oldest of my mama's three kids 

She always told me Derrick dream big 

And thats exactly what I did, she deserves to see her baby boy live 

Cuz she know's I'm just a (what) 

Hook: 

Young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block 

I'm just a, (what) young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block 

I'm just a, (what) young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block 

I'm just a, (what) young nigga from the block, trying to make it to the top 

Verse 2: 

Back when Urkel was playing Laura accordians 

I was writing stories but couldn't afford recording em' 

Scuffs on my dada's had no prada's or no Jordan's then 

Started in a room with Lee, Natti, Dave, Gordan them 

Had real dreams, forcing down grilled cheese 

Now it's steaks with juice from fresh fruits, that's peeled and squeezed 

First class flights, staring out this window like 

If this shit crash its all over for a nigga life 

Wonder if I'll live to see my full potential like, 

Winning grammy's, and giving back to miami 

Providing for my family, my dreams exceed, the want and need 

For whips, outfits, and getting hoes panties 

Grew up on Jefferson Reeves, blue building one swing 

No nets for the hoops, but we would still shoot 

Grew up and now I'm in and out of town 

Saw my O.G in the club and he told me he was proud 

Cuz he know's I'm just a (what) 

Hook: 

Young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block 

I'm just a,(what) young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block 

I'm just a,(what) young nigga from the block, young nigga from the block 

I'm just a, (what) young nigga from the block, trying to make it to the top 

Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it 

Hustling in my blood, got money on my mind 

got dreams of living good, so im out here on my grind 

I Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it 

Cuz talking niggas talk, and real niggas do 

I'm busy getting me, I hope you getting you, I gotta get it 

Verse 3: 

Staying fly on my haters, cuz all they do is talk 

Still counting this paper, while they wait for me to fall off 

From down south to up north, way to out west, I chill, I hang 

Living life with no kids or wife, so you know I'm feeling like Wayne 

Cuz I aint got no worries, Brownsub till Im buried 

I'm from Brownsub that's the bottom bitch now I'm balling like I'm Steph Curry 

Fuck these niggas, I don't fuck with these niggas 

Snakes in the grass, I dont trust these niggas 

Or these scheming ass hoes they don't love me nigga 

See these niggas round me I love these niggas 

Day 1 niggas only, or I'm sliding dolo 

Got my 9 on me, Im Matt Stafford, Tony Romo 

Wait, hold on, hold up, until my last breath 

Imma show up mad fresh, turning heads like bad breath 

Imma hustle, cash checks, you aint ask my Ave yet? 

They will tell you that I'm thorough 

Holding heat like an inferno 

Got a stick like that ninja turtle, who's head was wrapped in that purple 

Name hold weight like a girdle, straight g's up in my circle 

I'm a product of that yayo, where they push product of that yayo 

My shooters move when I say so 

I'm the head coach, I don't play yo 

Lord thank you, for all this shit I got 

Free alive and living a young nigga from the block, D-Mac