Young Jay's video: Young J A Y - Speak My Mind lyrics in description

NEW MUSIC young J, lets get it part of the mixtape 11.27.99 prod: ME lyrics : Hook: this that type of shit you lay back to and just listen ive been on my grind so my neck stay glisten i got a vision to check checks from my rhymes i put the work in go in the booth and just speak my mind verse 1: 11.27.99 a legend arrived growing up easy cant complain about life misguided i guess thats what im supposed to say cuz that scale and the beam wasnt supposed to stay i know whos real with mw whos there to see me fall and crash but its just im aware about my path look im on a road to sucess you can tell my rhymes reach homies from cali to even jail i cant even if i wanted to the hustle engraved into my mind running with fuel shit is different the snakes they dont even hiss they call you by your name and pray fall for this but i got a lot of people to prove wrong they looked down upon me and tell me to move on i never switched i keep eveything a hundred not a penny less if you moving weird ima fall back expect that (Hook) As a youngin i always had a hustler ambition i had a mind state to get rich and make a million but then life takes its toll shows me how its cold i was flipping j's and o's i thought u had it solid gold i feel like nobody can relate to my situation im heard no where the world is filled with insulation so im just waiting to explode all this time that i devot dissapointments are expected forsure i just flow like its nothing mind on my dough, they say cash rules so thats how i go why should i stress over somthing i cant change lost frends foes the real ones remain i cant help to speak the truth im taking over hip hop bringing it back to its roots im moving heavy cuban link on my neck shining i grinf for months so i could strike like lightning (hook) you can feel the hunger when i spit but i aint starving shawty playin hard to get or maybe she dont want it calm cool collective my rhymming to impressive my tactics for this shit to effective dont try to be a hero mt tolerance on zero rob you for a ounce and all of your dinero getting deisel to pass time ryming about my past time i aint holdin no glock 9 but just know i got mines money on my mind they minds aint right floatin all night sour got me feeling right in the studio thinking i dont even need to write i reminisce about what i did and just let it fly (HOOK) like,comment,subscribe