youngins - mr. fritz lyrics
(chorus)
uno dos siesta/
money on the dresser/
every sunday morning we had church and had to dress up/
uno dos siesta/
nowadays i’m messed up/
i’m a break the law and them police gon have to catch up/
(2x)
(verse 1)
i been feeling like a n*gga in a noose/
but i could never hang like touché/
not the one to make an excuse/
that’s why they f*cking with me like groupies/
a lotta n*ggas trying to come shoot me/
but*i*play*it*cool*like*lu*pe/
seen it all, done it all, truth we/
not the type of n*ggas to lose sleep/
since i was a youngin i been (sn*tching bikеs)/
till they pulled me ovеr with them (flashing lights)/
mama called my pops on the phone and when he got home they would whoop me till i (asked for christ)/
d*mn i lived a (ratchet life)/
but a n*gga needed moolah and i’d take it like some (bad advice)/
wasn’t one to think about the consequence/
mama thought the preacher could’ve talked some sense/
into me tho
hard decisions, dodging prison cells/
heaven’s gates or heading straight to h*ll/
judged by 12 or carried by 6/
you on the road to d*mnation fritz/
ya homies never love you like i does/
so straighten up or i’m a pull the plug/
good or evil, better make a choice/
it’s up to you to stop and use ya voice/
(chorus)
uno dos siesta/
money on the dresser/
every sunday morning we had church and had to dress up/
uno dos siesta/
nowadays i’m messed up/
i’m a break the law and them police gon have to catch up/
(2x)
(verse 2)
smoking loud, gave no f*cks/
kept some henny in my cup/
every night called different hoes/
and all them know i’m tryna f*ck/
all the neighbors called the law/
we dipped when we saw them cars/
sunday morning, pastor paused…
i can’t f*ck with y’all/
our fathers couldn’t help a n*gga/
it was mom’s thoughts to put a belt to n*ggas/
said that god’s watching you don’t wanna end up sittin that pine box
quit being selfish n*ggas/
but when i had nothing, i had to do some/
i would do anything to get the funds/
robbin and trappin to get me them ones/
materialistic but never felt wrong/
what have i lost? what have i gained/
who would i cross to get me some things/
who would i hawk to get me a chain/
that sh*t is so unbelievable, mayne/
the evil was so inconceivable then/
nowadays i’m tryna level my soul/
pray for the younger me, now that i know/
my adolescence was so outta control/
…whoa…
(chorus)
uno dos siesta/
money on the dresser/
every sunday morning we had church and had to dress up/
uno dos siesta/
nowadays i’m messed up/
i’m a break the law and them police gon have to catch up/
(2x)
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