Banana

(Mrranamanamanamanamana)

I gotta kinda sing it

(Manamana)

Yo, now ever since I was young, had a gift with the tongue

This shit might open the door

Fruit loop for the young, honeycomb for some

22, put piff in a bowl

And I was bending the corners, hot-boxin' the sauna

I've been focused gettin' closer to goals

And I be slippin' a bit, probably sippin' a bitch

I ain't really into tippin' the hoes

See, my brother got weight, my sister at home

When I get straight, my sister gettin flown

Couple nephews, my niggas gettin' grown

Mikey D stay down, nigga gettin on

Can I get a glass cup and a lil' Henny?

I'm too cold but a little timid

I blow checks save a lil' penny

I'm too young for some big money, ooh

Come girl get some dick from me

My job needs some piss from me, ugh

Lil' bro, can you fuck with me

Came through at the last minute, ugh

Living, wasting my time, lacing with percs, purp in a bind

Hazy, oh baby, I'm better when blind

I don't see nothin', it's perfect, I'm fine

We are the young and Xanax, oh

See, there's nowhere to go

To hide from the lows

'Cause we are the young and Xanax, oh

See, there's nowhere to go

Stuck on the high, yeah

Ayy, my son sleep, I'm rollin it up, I don't sleep

I'm runnin' for bucks, don't tweet

You fuckin' with us, I won't eat

Start stomping your feet, I need that

Depending on all of your feedback

Come out to my show and come feed that

Can't go back to sellin' that retail

My daddy left me with no details

Came back with a bitch and a stepson

I guess he forgot that he left somethin'

He must have been saving the best bum

She screaming out: Give me the rest, hun

Pearl necklace, I empty my left nut

Most niggas can't fuck with my worst shit

I'm scribing my living with curses

Just wait till I get this shit perfect

You niggas can't fuck with my verses

See, Dave, he don't think that I'm 'bout this

Don't make me come run in your houses

We know where your mom and your dad live

Ooh baby, it's Swayze, just mask us

My niggas got triggas and vastly

Don't like how we living it lasts

You out of your trigger and backseat

Just look at the shooter, it's Mike D

Your rosary shining so nicely

We innocent kids if you ask me

I rode in the Benz in the backseat

Them vices, they swarm and attack me

God got me, that nine is upon me

That Juve, that Percy, that Bun B

Soundtrack in this black while we dumping

We are the young and Xanax, oh

See, there's nowhere to go

To hide from the low

'Cause we are the young and Xanax, oh

See, there's nowhere to go

Stuck on the high, high, yeah