Maybach Music Group - Fountain of Youth Lyrics
[Performed by Stalley & Rick Ross][Featuring: Nipsey Hussle][Intro: Rick Ross]Fountain of youthMay our legacies live foreverHuh[Rick Ross]All my niggas quiet but we burning loudMakaveli to the max, never turn it downMac 11 in a Benz: how you like me now?I run the city so my closet look like Nike TownNiggas talking like *****es, is it my income?Am I *****ing your *****es? Is it official?My nigga did a dime, didn’t learn a thing from itCame home, in two weeks got him a 600Get a text from the boss, you know them bricks comingChicks at the beach house like they gonna miss somethingFrom the churches I rose, only loving the doughFrom the Chevy to Rolls, now it’s fur on the floorSmoke an ounce of the truth: that’s my fountain of youthR.I.P. to Mr. Shakur, this one is for youNipsey Hussle and I got my nigga Stalley on itDouble MG burning out in Cali on it[Hook: Nipsey Hussle x2]Stained glass window in the BenzoLost in the instrumentalKeys got me sentimental[Stalley]These rap books buried in goldThe treasure of a million men, Versace shades trimmed in goldMy life’s big like them cameras explodeCapture this rags to riches story that I unfoldThe youth fountain for the few countingMade money, but who’s counting?It’s hard stunting living in subsidized housingEvery bag you bring though the door, dude’s countingAnd every new girl you bring through, dude’s houndingThey want your youth, so they watch your movesFrom your pinky ring, down to how you lace your shoesRope chains with the precious jewelsThe dope game had impression rulesSo what they did with cocaine and a couple spoonsHad the whole hood acting like goonsTrying to be the richest, trying to the be flyestClaim to be balling, end up like Len BiasScreaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence[Hook][Nipsey Hussle]Laces in my blue Chucks, represent my bros firstStaring at my Rollie bezel as I soul-searchRun this money marathon til my soles hurtBut no materials could measure what my soul’s worthI wanted everything, feel like I had no choiceYoung niggas wishing on a star like Rose RoyceBeing honest, killing mamas when we sold workI made a promise, give me options and I cold-turkeySick of sitting on the side while it’s game pointRecurring dream, tryna scream but ain’t had no voiceCrazy lady speak in tongues said it’s gon’ workNever vocalize my visions, actions was my spokespersonStudy rich niggas’ moves like my homeworkSacrilegious; however, streets was my own church[Hook]
