Juvenile by Kardo Santana Lyrics
Intro:
My mama said young boy
You wild
Looked me in my eyes
And called me a juvenile
Well I’m camouflaged down
So I’m flamed right now
I’m with my gang right now
It’s best I bang right now
Verse 1:
I’m having conversations with the man above
So you can’t come around
Young juvenile, the Ghetto child
Adolescent running wild
Baptized in church
But I hug the block, sin and put in work
Standing next to the street deacons
Say a prayer for the passing hearse
Jumped off the front porch
As a jit with my cousins
Started thuggin’ with my bro dem
Everybody wanna know dem
Hot Boyz we gone show em
Stick to G Code, don’t fold
And watch them sets go up
I’m cocky and confident
Ain’t no way I’ll let up
But Look, I ain’t finna play, okay
You can get hit broad day, gone lay
Do another sweep no mask on face
DNA gone sway when you start to decay
But you better thank the Lord I ain’t with that
Better pray to the Lord for forgiveness
We just some down south Ghetto children
Singing hymns in project English
Hallelujah
You can’t stop this right now
This Soulja rag round my head
Says that I’m thuggin’ right now
Tatted tears on my potna face
On Columbia Canal
Props to the Big Homies who showed us love and taught us morale
Yeah
Hook:
Ever since I’ve been a jit
Know that I’ve been running wild
Mama said son
You ain’t nothing but another juvenile
The block hot
I’m talking 400 degrees right now
Hot boy to my core
And I’m never backing down
Ever since I’ve been a jit
Know that I’ve been running wild
Mama said son
You ain’t nothing but another juvenile
The block hot
I’m talking 400 degrees right now
Hot boy to my core
And I’m never backing down
Verse 2:
See I’m just another boney thug
But the one with the harmonies
Never been a d boy no
But I play with the keys like Alicia
I’m just falling on my melodies
I had a choice to be John Gotti but
I had to front and go Godly cause
Mama was on my head
But I broke out instead and now that
Legally money in the house
But Dirty money under the couch cause
I need it in my life, I need it in my life
I need it in my life right now and
But I’m still that same guy
Riding through the bity
And on my lap, I’m keep that strap
I’m an Introvert with a glizzy but it ain’t shy
Got a million and one things on my mind
But I’m just trying to find time
Flossin’ season ima shine
Living like a Big Tymer
400 degrees in these streets
Gotta know the youth on fire
Hide out or ride out
The young ones gone always find ya
So, Stay with protection, you need you a weapon
When you come over here
Look these babies ain’t crazy, their visions are hazy
And you look unfamiliar
Look they Aim from distance, can’t make out your face but they still see your figure, ha
Cameo bandannas hung up like they banners
Block burners down here
Hook:
Ever since I’ve been a jit
Know that I’ve been running wild
Mama said son
You ain’t nothing but another juvenile
The block hot
I’m talking 400 degrees right now
Hot boy to my core
And I’m never backing down
Ever since I’ve been a jit
Know that I’ve been running wild
Mama said son
You ain’t nothing but another juvenile
The block hot
I’m talking 400 degrees right now
Hot boy to my core
And I’m never backing down
Outro:
I’m a paper chaser
I got my block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment I expire
I know what it is
See I made nothing out of something
I handle my business
I ain’t crying, I ain’t suffering
I’m a paper chaser
I got my block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment I expire
I know what it is
See I made nothing out of something
I handle my business
I ain’t crying, I ain’t suffering no
My mama said young boy
You wild
Looked me in my eyes
And called me a juvenile
Well I’m camouflaged down
So I’m flamed right now
I’m with my gang right now
It’s best I bang right now
Verse 1:
I’m having conversations with the man above
So you can’t come around
Young juvenile, the Ghetto child
Adolescent running wild
Baptized in church
But I hug the block, sin and put in work
Standing next to the street deacons
Say a prayer for the passing hearse
Jumped off the front porch
As a jit with my cousins
Started thuggin’ with my bro dem
Everybody wanna know dem
Hot Boyz we gone show em
Stick to G Code, don’t fold
And watch them sets go up
I’m cocky and confident
Ain’t no way I’ll let up
But Look, I ain’t finna play, okay
You can get hit broad day, gone lay
Do another sweep no mask on face
DNA gone sway when you start to decay
But you better thank the Lord I ain’t with that
Better pray to the Lord for forgiveness
We just some down south Ghetto children
Singing hymns in project English
Hallelujah
You can’t stop this right now
This Soulja rag round my head
Says that I’m thuggin’ right now
Tatted tears on my potna face
On Columbia Canal
Props to the Big Homies who showed us love and taught us morale
Yeah
Hook:
Ever since I’ve been a jit
Know that I’ve been running wild
Mama said son
You ain’t nothing but another juvenile
The block hot
I’m talking 400 degrees right now
Hot boy to my core
And I’m never backing down
Ever since I’ve been a jit
Know that I’ve been running wild
Mama said son
You ain’t nothing but another juvenile
The block hot
I’m talking 400 degrees right now
Hot boy to my core
And I’m never backing down
Verse 2:
See I’m just another boney thug
But the one with the harmonies
Never been a d boy no
But I play with the keys like Alicia
I’m just falling on my melodies
I had a choice to be John Gotti but
I had to front and go Godly cause
Mama was on my head
But I broke out instead and now that
Legally money in the house
But Dirty money under the couch cause
I need it in my life, I need it in my life
I need it in my life right now and
But I’m still that same guy
Riding through the bity
And on my lap, I’m keep that strap
I’m an Introvert with a glizzy but it ain’t shy
Got a million and one things on my mind
But I’m just trying to find time
Flossin’ season ima shine
Living like a Big Tymer
400 degrees in these streets
Gotta know the youth on fire
Hide out or ride out
The young ones gone always find ya
So, Stay with protection, you need you a weapon
When you come over here
Look these babies ain’t crazy, their visions are hazy
And you look unfamiliar
Look they Aim from distance, can’t make out your face but they still see your figure, ha
Cameo bandannas hung up like they banners
Block burners down here
Hook:
Ever since I’ve been a jit
Know that I’ve been running wild
Mama said son
You ain’t nothing but another juvenile
The block hot
I’m talking 400 degrees right now
Hot boy to my core
And I’m never backing down
Ever since I’ve been a jit
Know that I’ve been running wild
Mama said son
You ain’t nothing but another juvenile
The block hot
I’m talking 400 degrees right now
Hot boy to my core
And I’m never backing down
Outro:
I’m a paper chaser
I got my block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment I expire
I know what it is
See I made nothing out of something
I handle my business
I ain’t crying, I ain’t suffering
I’m a paper chaser
I got my block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment I expire
I know what it is
See I made nothing out of something
I handle my business
I ain’t crying, I ain’t suffering no