Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fountain of Youth , by - Stalley. Release date: 21.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fountain of Youth |
| Huh! |
| Fountain of youth |
| May our legacies live forever |
| Huh! |
| (M-M-Maybach Music) |
| All my niggas quiet but we burning loud |
| Makaveli to the max, never turn it down |
| Mac-11 in a Benz, how you like me now? |
| I run the city so my closet look like Nike Town |
| Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income? |
| Am I fucking your bitches? |
| Is it official? |
| My nigga did a dime, didn’t learn a thing from it |
| Came home in two weeks, got him a 600 |
| Get a text from the boss: you know them bricks coming |
| Chicks at the beach house like they gon' miss something |
| From the trenches I rose, only loving the dough |
| From the Chevy to Rolls, now it’s fur on the floor |
| Smoke an ounce of the truth, that’s my fountain of youth |
| R.I.P. |
| to Mr. Shakur, this one is for you |
| Nipsey Hussle and I got my nigga Stalley on it |
| Double MG burning out in Cali on it (Maybach Music) |
| Stained glass window in the Benzo |
| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental |
| Stained glass window in the Benzo |
| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look |
| These rap books buried in gold |
| The treasure of a million men, Versace shades trimmed in gold |
| My life’s big like them cameras explode |
| And capture this rags to riches story that I unfold |
| The youth fountain for the few counting, made money but who’s counting? |
| It’s hard stunting living in subsidized housing |
| Every bag you bring though the door, dude’s counting |
| And every new girl you bring through, dude’s hounding |
| They want your youth so they watch your moves |
| From your pinky ring down to how you lace your shoes |
| Rope chains with the precious jewels |
| The dope game had impression rules |
| So what they did with cocaine and a couple spoons |
| Had the whole hood acting like goons |
| Tryna be the richest, tryna the be flyest |
| Claim to be balling, end up like Len Bias |
| Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence! |
| (M-M-M-Maybach Music) |
| Stained glass window in the Benzo |
| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental |
| Stained glass window in the Benzo |
| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look |
| Laces in my blue Chucks, represent my bros first |
| Staring at my Rollie bezel as I soul search |
| Run this money marathon til my soles hurt |
| But no materials could measure what my soul’s worth |
| I wanted everything, feel like I had no choice |
| Young niggas wishing on a star like Rose Royce |
| Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work |
| I made a promise, give me options and I cold turk' |
| Sick of sitting on the side while it’s game point |
| Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain’t had no voice |
| Crazy lady speaking tongues said it’s gon' work |
| Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokespers' |
| Study rich niggas' moves like my homework |
| Sacrilegious; |
| however, streets was my own church |
| Stained glass window in the Benzo |
| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look |
| Stained glass window in the Benzo |
| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental |
| Stained glass window in the Benzo |
| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental |
| Stained glass window in the Benzo |
| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental |
| Stained glass window in the Benzo |
| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look |