Fountain of Youth

Woo

Fountain of youth

May our legacies live forever

Hunh

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 f**king 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 gonna miss something

From the churches 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

Nippsey Hussle and

I got my nigga Stalley on it

Double MG burning out in Cali on it

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

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

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

What they did with cocaine

And a couple spoons

Had the whole hood acting like goons

Trying to be the richest

Trying to the be flyest

Claim to be balling

End up like Len Bias

Screaming from the bottom of this

Fountain here nothing but silence

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

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 turkey

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 spokesperson

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

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