Young Bull by Kur Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kur]
I rather be out in Cancun than all in my man's room
Talking bout how we never got fed off that dam spoon
We made them grams move, we seen the old heads sag their pants
We sagged our pants too, what a bad move
Looking like dam fools
Instagram ain't important, real estate more important
I'm talking credit and mortgage
I'm talking bout Health Insurance
I'm talking bout them websites you can go to
If you can't afford it, Grandma cautious
Worried bout me, next thing, I know Granny coughing
Plus, I'm in the streets, I'm taking losses, making offers
Should of been in Harvard's office with the Dean
Sitting and talking. But I'm not, I'm right here rapping
This shit happened, what a blessing
Go to school, do your testing, they don't respect you
Don't respect them
Far as bitches, never press them, they come back
Once your flexing, when you're chilling wit your niggas'
Better cherish every second
They could go at any second, man this shit has got me stressing
[Hook: Kur]
I'm too old to stand on the block
Too old to duck from these cops
Too old to beef with these niggas'
You want a problem? Let's get it, too old
A young nigga getting old, getting old
Too old to argue with bitches, nigga getting old
I'm getting old, getting old
[Verse 2: Kur]
I'm too old to be going out of my way for these bitches
That's out here fucking, this money really means nothing
Start spending time with your family
Your aunties, uncles and cousins
They'll be there when shit in your life start to crumble
I mean, it's cool to be humble, but nothing wrong
With bragging about turning nothing to something
You did that shit from the muscle, my nigga
If she ain't tryna fuck then fuck her, my nigga
And bitches sneaky so trust them, my nigga
Don't catch feelings, that shit hurt
I know I did dirt, but I lived a hell of a life
Free my nigga (?), when I get home
I'ma mail him a kite, yeah we was selling that drink
Yeah we was selling that light, it ain't right
[Hook: Kur] (3x)
I'm too old to stand on the block
Too old to duck from these cops
Too old to beef with these niggas'
You want a problem? Let's get it, too old
A young nigga getting old, getting old
Too old to argue with bitches, nigga getting old
I'm getting old, getting old
I rather be out in Cancun than all in my man's room
Talking bout how we never got fed off that dam spoon
We made them grams move, we seen the old heads sag their pants
We sagged our pants too, what a bad move
Looking like dam fools
Instagram ain't important, real estate more important
I'm talking credit and mortgage
I'm talking bout Health Insurance
I'm talking bout them websites you can go to
If you can't afford it, Grandma cautious
Worried bout me, next thing, I know Granny coughing
Plus, I'm in the streets, I'm taking losses, making offers
Should of been in Harvard's office with the Dean
Sitting and talking. But I'm not, I'm right here rapping
This shit happened, what a blessing
Go to school, do your testing, they don't respect you
Don't respect them
Far as bitches, never press them, they come back
Once your flexing, when you're chilling wit your niggas'
Better cherish every second
They could go at any second, man this shit has got me stressing
[Hook: Kur]
I'm too old to stand on the block
Too old to duck from these cops
Too old to beef with these niggas'
You want a problem? Let's get it, too old
A young nigga getting old, getting old
Too old to argue with bitches, nigga getting old
I'm getting old, getting old
[Verse 2: Kur]
I'm too old to be going out of my way for these bitches
That's out here fucking, this money really means nothing
Start spending time with your family
Your aunties, uncles and cousins
They'll be there when shit in your life start to crumble
I mean, it's cool to be humble, but nothing wrong
With bragging about turning nothing to something
You did that shit from the muscle, my nigga
If she ain't tryna fuck then fuck her, my nigga
And bitches sneaky so trust them, my nigga
Don't catch feelings, that shit hurt
I know I did dirt, but I lived a hell of a life
Free my nigga (?), when I get home
I'ma mail him a kite, yeah we was selling that drink
Yeah we was selling that light, it ain't right
[Hook: Kur] (3x)
I'm too old to stand on the block
Too old to duck from these cops
Too old to beef with these niggas'
You want a problem? Let's get it, too old
A young nigga getting old, getting old
Too old to argue with bitches, nigga getting old
I'm getting old, getting old