Young Winners - Casey Veggies

What’s your story?

Where did you come from?

Where you get that from?

You know what I’m sayin'?

Young winners, big dreams

Let’s go

I’m poppin', we on

She playin' my songs

I prefer to just get the dome

Or the backside ‘cause I like that position

Real young boy with a king intuition

Hard like a nigga in prison

Ride through the city with a sassy young thing and she part of the committee

Girl let’s get down to the nitty gritty

If you ain’t wanna flirt then cover your titties

Says she wanna boss, want someone like Diddy

Ain’t making a band

Just made a hundred grand

Young winners we got it, man you born not needy just like me

Baby so cold, baby so cold

Make me wanna tap her on the shoulder, tell her let’s roll

To a place where we know we can go

Remember when they didn’t even know we can flow?

I’m the freshest young kid, most popular

Catch me in the city, I’m popping up

Ain’t no such thing as a pop of blow

‘Cause you still gon' forget what you used to know

I’m putting on, I’m opening doors

I’m loving my high, touching my lows

Girl where you wanna get dropped off?

We can drive this time with the top off

How ‘bout this time I get topped off?

Excuse my language, that’s just Spanglish

We just had a boy talk ‘cause he famous

Getting to wild, gotta tame it

Saw a strange sight, I should frame it

Just to let you know, we ain’t on the same shit

I’m poppin', we on

She playin' my songs

I’m rightin' my wrongs

It took me so long

I came a far way and I did everything my way

That’s progress, my options

That took time to process

(Young winners, we got it

Young winners, we got it, man) (x4)

If you don’t compromise then you gon' strike

Are you ride or die?

Please don’t lie

See on to the next with it, didn’t realize that she had the best with her

S on my chest, I’m Superman

Flying through the hood

Told the homie what’s good

Thought you need a lil' bit of inspiration

So I told myself I might as well should

Said I might as well should

Yeah, I might as well should

I’m that dude

I wear my heart like a tattoo

My life is art

My nights are long and my rights are strong

Gotta live a little to write this song

Gotta focus to be what I’m on

Gotta booth smelling like Burberry cologne

Young winners, we got it

Shaded off in the tropics

Talk to the people like a prophet

Hope my youngins ain’t misguided

Make sure you the flyest

And work on your timing

Don’t be mad you ain’t shinin'

You can spend that time grindin'

Ask about him in the streets

They gon' say a beast

Catch her right place, right time, she gon' freak

We squaded up like we gon' eat

Kept the same thought like you gon' see

She yelling out that so CV

With a lot more money than my last CD

Lot of people thought that they had me beat

Til they turned this song as an MP3, like