Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Me , by - Micah BournesRelease date: 03.09.2021
Song language: English
Young Me |
| I was young and black |
| A gangsta rapper’s all I wanna be |
| That’s what happen when you |
| Born and raised up in the LBC |
| Bumpin' dat Snoop and Dr Dre |
| Kurupt and Nate and Warren G |
| Momma and Daddy was the strictest |
| So I didn’t run the streets |
| Still I got addicted to lyricists |
| Crippin' on the sickest beats |
| Any message they was spittin' |
| Was the slickest thing to me |
| Never get twisted ghettos exist |
| Because of white supremacy |
| But I gotta call these gifted MCs |
| To accountability |
| There is a difference tween |
| Reflecting oppressive realities |
| And glorifyin the tragedies |
| Makin our people bleed |
| I did not care for truth |
| Unless the beat was knockin' too |
| And hip hop was the vehicle |
| That got my thinkin' out the sewer |
| A DM from a youngin |
| Say he grew up on my music |
| That’s why I fill these melodies |
| With knowledge hope and trueness |
| For every rapper puppet |
| Jive and shuckin' like a clown |
| Prop and Bournes spit dat gourmet |
| Refusin' to dumb it down |
| I do it for dope boys |
| I do it for hoop dreams |
| I do it for church boys |
| Who never run in the streets |
| For brothas in the burbs |
| Spittin' bars makin' beats |
| I do it for black boys |
| I do it for young me |
| I do it for rollin 20s |
| I do it for insane |
| I do it for the babies |
| And homies who don’t bang |
| I do it for the brothas |
| Growin' up in Long Beach |
| I do it for black boys |
| I do it for young me |
| Yeah I was creepin' with them vatos |
| On them streets of S.G.V |
| Jason Rojas said no mo Slick Rick |
| You now rock Eazy E |
| Roll with me, you finna learn and see |
| This who you 'spose to be |
| Carried all that until I learned how to rap |
| When we moved out to the I. E |
| Tres Puntos Rep west coast |
| That’s my responsibility |
| Till my OG Ronnie Robles put me on to graffiti |
| This hit different How’d I missed it |
| Clack clack ksss kssss |
| Now I’m addicted |
| We would listen to Project Blowed |
| Aceyalone changed my mission |
| Gave me a chance |
| Showed me some options |
| Made my imagination grow |
| I make music for the crew of kids |
| Who really just don’t know |
| This where we live |
| This where we from |
| This how it goes |
| We ain’t dumb |
| We ain’t done either |
| Write this for the young me |
| I do it for dope boys |
| I do it for hoop dreams |
| I do it for church boys |
| Who never run in the streets |
| For brothas in the burbs |
| Spittin' bars makin' beats |
| I do it for black boys |
| I do it for young me |
| I do it for rollin 20s |
| I do it for insane |
| I do it for the babies |
| And homies who don’t bang |
| I do it for the brothas |
| Growin' up in Long Beach |
| I do it for black boys |
| I do it for young me |
| Young me |
| Check me out |
| Homie you should be so proud |
| Cause you grew into a man |
| And you became a rapper now |
| Young me |
| Check me out |
| Homie you should be so proud |
| Cause you never gave up on the future |
| You was dreamin' bout |
| Young me |
| Check me out |
| Homie you should be so proud |
| 'cause you grew into a man |
| And you became a rapper now |
| Young me |
| Check me out |
| Homie you should be so proud |
| 'cause you never gave up on the future |
| You was dreamin' bout |