I break the law, hop in the Wraith Doing the race, dodging the case Get out my face, get out my face Get out my face (Jay Young's got that beat locked) Dodging the case! (It's 6 figure music baby)

You're never too young You're never too young, never too young to die Never, never Hold on to someone close, friend 'Cause you're never too young Remember the ghosts before you And drink to their souls tonight And don't forget what they told you We're

That's all over now Got my little red party dress on Get a little bit of Bourbon in 'ya Get a little bit suburban Because you're young, you're wild, you're free You're dancing circles around me You're fucking crazy Everybody knows that I'm the best

Not when I'm 23 That's where I wanna be I'm just a single man (yeah) 'Cause that's what a young nigga do (what I do) Switchin' lanes, actin' a fool Got the fitted hat to the back neck froze and I'm iced up (not when I'm 23) Not when I'm 23 Don't need no

The day I die, the day I die Where will we be? I don't need you, I don't need you Besides I barely ever see you anymore And when I do it feels like you're only halfway there Young mothers love me even ghosts of Girlfriends call from Cleveland They will

The wild and the young They all have their dreams They've got to be free The sun never sets For souls on the run So close to the edge And high on the wire They are not wrong They're alive

Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, ooh (ooh) Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (chyeah, brr, ooh) I'm the youngest flexer out here, sure you've heard 'bout me, ooh (chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) Bentley coupe, drop top coupe,

We are young So let'€™s set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun Now I'm not All that you got I guess that I, I just thought Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart But our friends are back

Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89 Heavy, slim, big, large, girls with lots of gook, Cover girls and model types, girls who've got the look Young butterfly, tulip petal, mahogany devine, Ok, we're on the air live from Lake Merit in Oakland,

Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole Taste, the feeling of a fever soul All in all I need to get me through Held up here, it's a silent fear And this space don't take my mind A cloudy wake, it's a young mistake That I'm clothed in I can't see when I