Now Im so high, and Im so fly My kids on deck, and my beard aint grow yet Im so on point; Im so on one This is how we do here in phillafornia Young scoe Mack, toe back The one yall love to blow back Ill got five fingers, it aint no riddle By the only one showing is the one in the middle Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the dog Going at it over kittle out in the back yard I drink yak hard, yall ack hard Now I gotta touch up like a Mack card Everybody packing a strap or spark But dont everybody wanna strap or spawl Im ol school with it, no tool with it Head up til we feed up thats all Smooth sailin [Chorus] You know you got me moving Ill know you feel my music Ill show my gs in fluids, All I do is spits fluids Im rolling, dipping, smashing Im throwing young assassin Im growing up will fast and All I know is flow and rappin They call me young roscoe the Philly fanatic Silly sporadic, dippin in traffic, grippin the matic Sharp as a guillotine, still a teen The California sun just beaming as I lean Pull out my cigarettes feigning for nicotine Straight of the Philly scene, Made for the silver screen And I beam, my foot on the gasoline Tell me I aint the fliest M.Cs you seen And its all smooth sailin [Chorus] Y. A. I Blaze Step to us you get five days I got four homies aint none of them simple Scold dizzle, known to make the microphone sizzle Too many women after the Mack Im ma just kick one (Whats Up) We smash in my momma lac Accurate with a maculate bash, The cake masher Def Jeff let me borrow the keys The great master Young and Im buck wild label as a luck child Running them up wild laying hell of cuts now I get the clubs shut down with this thug style I puff clouds and touch crowds what now Sick rhymes strict nines running thru my bloodline Pedal to the metal with one time behind (Yeah) My head spinning like a windmill Rollin down the 101 counting dead bugs on my windshield Smooth Sailin
Artist: Young Roscoe
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