[chorus] 

young and restless tryin to make it in this dirty game 

I'm on my knee's lord please see me through this pain 

come into a thugs life and make a change 

forgive me for chasin all the material thangs 

the last year of my life just ain't been the same 

I seen 'em die over money,drugs and fame 

suicide dawgs runnin' through my jealous brain 

young and restless tryin to make it in this dirty game 



[verse 1: WHITE DAWG] 

all this pain got a nigga on his knees 

young and restless tryin to make it in this game of greed 

game runners, paper chasers on the grind 

you better get yo's cause I'm damn sure gone get mine 

white dawg and that nigga dozia slimm 

in the steady three caddi pimpin' versacci and portin brim 

catchin all the bitches eyes as we ride by 

praise me like god as we hit the shit side to side 

all them whoadies live service in em gone 

broken hearted so much feelin when I'm all alone 

nothin to lose so I gotta let my nuts hang 

runnin game steady grindin for this fuckin change 

train up bitch get yo mind right 

no room fo mistakes so you better get shit tight 

all em nuts so I stand on my platform 

on my knees lord please get me through the storm 

alot of things I done did I ain't proud of 

except for ways til we both fell outta love 

born an alcoholic so tryin to break the cycle 

just another sad song in a movie title 

see I'm down to play some cords on the keyboard 

cut off the lights and cry til I can't cry no more 

I make them funk til this shit give me chill bumps 

and think about how daddy use to come home drunk 



[chorus x2] 



[verse 2: WHITE DAWG] 

and remember we done fly 

to the clouds in the sky 

I just wanna get high before a nigga die 

so go the rot and playa when gangsta's march and ride 

I'm loose so hard but I'm really hurtin inside 

been tryin to come to terms with my crazy messed up life 

sleepin all day and stayin in the studio all night 

I heard a whisper sayin thangs gone be alright 

but I'm hurtin like a shank stuck off in my side 

browards playa's and we down the magazine 

my hands are to dirty for some soap to make 'em clean 

ever since I was a little kid I had this dream 

playin' ball and bein a star on the team 

but it all got twisted up some how 

8 years later on the stage layin it down 

I'm 24 thinkin ball til I fall 

now I make these bitches crawl when I walk through the mall 

my ex's mother said i'd be nothin but a bum 

I just kept on prayin hopin things would come 

now that I made it and got me a lil some 

I guess I'm high all this pain made a nigga numb 

I'm searchin for the truth didn't see it in front of me 

now they want some of me but I ain't givin 'em none of me 

tryin to make it through this maze I'm bein tested 

just a confession of the young and restless 



[chorus x2]