Fountain Of Youth

(Intro: Rick Ross)

Fountain of youth

May our legacies live forever

Hunh

(Verse: Rick Ross)

All my niggas quiet but we burning loud

Machiavelli to the max, never turn it down

Mac 11 in a Benz, how you like me now?

I run the city so my closet look like Nike Town

Niggas talking like bitches is it my income

Am I fucking your bitches, Is it official

My nigga did a dime, didn't learn a thing from it

Came home, in two weeks got him a 6 hundred

Get a text from the boss, you know them bricks coming

Chicks at the beach house like they gonna miss something

From the churches I rose, only loving the dough

From the Chevy to Rolls, now it's fur on the floor

Smoke an ounce of the truth, that's my fountain of youth

R.I.P. to Mr. Shakur, this one is for you

Nippsey Hussle and I got my nigga Stalley on it

Double MG burning out in Cali on it

(Chorus x2: Nipsey Hussle]

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental

Keys got me sentimental

(Verse : Stalley)

These rap books buried in gold

The treasure of a million men, Versace shades trimmed in gold

My life's big let them camera's explode

Capture this rags and riches story that I unfold

The youth fountain for the few counting

Made money, but who's counting

It's hard stuntin living in subsidized housing

Every bag you bring though the door, dude's counting

And every new girl you bring through, dude's hounding

They want your youth, so they watch your moves

From your pinky ring, down to how you lace your shoes

Rope chains with the precious jewels

The dope game had impression rules

What they did with cocaine and a couple spoons

Had the whole hood acting like goons

Trying to be the richest, trying to the be flyest

Claim to be ballin, end up like Len Bias

Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence

(Chorus x2: Nipsey Hussle]

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental

Keys got me sentimental

(Verse : Nipsey Hussle)

Laces in my blue Chucks, represent my bros first

Staring at my Rollie bezel as I soul-search

Run this money marathon 'til my soles hurt

But no materials could measure what my soul's worth

I wanted everything, feel like I had no choice

Young niggas wishing on a star like Rose Royce

Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work

I made a promise, give me options and I cold-turkey

Sick of sitting on the side while it's game point

Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain't had no voice

Crazy lady speaking tongues said it's gon' work

Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokesperson

Study rich niggas' moves like my homework

Sacrilegious however streets was my own church

(Chorus x5: Nipsey Hussle]

Stained glass window in the Benzo

Lost in the instrumental

Keys got me sentimental