Wild Youngins

“They weren’t born reckless—recklessness was what the world handed them.”

My wild youngins

kidnap niggas,

throw them in garbage cans

or bushes somewhere.

I’m scared of them too.

They come smiling like portraits,

styles like comic books—

laughing, haha and shit.

Fuck the night—

in the daytime

it get wild as shit.

You ever seen a nigga run someone down,

pistol pointed at a target,

missing every shot—

and the bullets stray

until somebody else gets hit?

I can’t explain it.

This reality—

not GTA shit.

“Fuck who’s the baddest.” — AZ

To them wild youngins—

thuggish, ruggish—

a time will come

when you remember

and realize how far you made it.

You were created by choice,

defined to exceed any dream you wish—

without getting trapped in it.

A drill makes holes.

Why be destructive

when you can be creative?

Don’t be desperate for friends.

It’s legendary—

most niggas who come up

get killed by who they’re with,

not who they’re against.

That shit is strange.

I had to learn one day.

Ain’t nothing safe

when the wild youngins

come out to play.