Yung Boys World Lyrics & Chords By Kendrick Lamar

God feel me
God feel me
Ride low
Feel me
Feel me
Weezy-F where you at?
Look, A straight up Compton nigga til Im 6 feet
Like Iverson be
Ride and die for mines
Its just me
No side on mines
Because I don't need niggas switching sides on mines
Childhood friends become enemies
Don't pay'em no mind
Do your mind like they did Kennedys
Closed casket
Ghetto boys world where we make the murder bracket
High shore taxes
High by the dead beat daddy's and the mama's who can smoke the rock the fastest
So he told Lamas middle finger to ya
I never fuck hoes with no condom
Not a high school graduate
Hustlin is where his passion is
Hit the blunt then passin it, hit the bottle then passin it
Hit the gas, hit the brake, hoppin out, blastin it
Where da cash, where da safe?
A robbery's taking place
Give it to him willingly; he's killing you anyway because it thrills him
You can almost see his adrenaline pumping
Hey young world we are the children
It's a young boys world out here
We gotta dredge-it up and down these blocks you got to know
It's a young boys world out here
I swear to god you gotta feel me
Look.standin on the corner with crack rocks and marijuana
Burner glue, dough and I'm duckin police
In California state penitentiary livin
Feelin like the whole fuckin world don't love him
So fuck yall
Keep thugin til the casket drops
Gangsta down to the socks
Wankstas betta beware tryin to be what you not
Just look at his position and the city he live in
Bang the hood like a head on car collision
Bang his tool like a mechanic up under the engine
Knocking on they doors telling neighbors mind they business
Cause 9s can finish off any eyewitness
Don't call the lieutenant miss Parker he meant it
I'm the author of these delinquents that got you timid
See to you he's a menace but to me these my niggas
I do this shit for my niggas locked up in that system
Jason head hold ya head
Jewel keep written sentences
Maybe these jail sentences nothing but a young boys demise
And a reminder every time you walk outside
Feel Me….Feel Me
Real Talk, whats up
Look, my nigga just had a daughter
Only way to feed his daughter
Said he hustlin harder hope no charges get brought up
Tryin to stay out of gunplay so he see her tomorrow
Back inside the gunplay soon as his homies call him
For that mission again on they mission again
Pop another blue pill then feel relentless again
Waking up in cold sweats see the image again
Nightmares of his victims keep on visiting him
Plus his people keep telling him use your common sense
So he tell'em retaliation is commencing
That's all they know as a Compton kid
Living only for the moment fuck a consequence
His accomplishments lays deep within
The black heart that hoes be hatin violence
Use violence as his defense so in his defense remain militant
I'm the voice of hell that we be livin in
So when the devil got they tongue I be speakin for them
Talk to me, talk to me
I'm the voice of hell that we be livin
So when the devil got they tongue I be speakin for them
Yung boys
It's a young boys world out here
I said im out here baby I said I'm out here baybay
If you livin in this life blessed one day at a time
Its your world young boy you can heal or destroy
Make it wrong or make it right
Its your world you decide
Said its yours young boy
Said its yours young boy
Oh oh oh hey hey yaya baby yaya baby