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bryant dope - generation y lyrics

(hook)
generation y
f-ck a 9 to 5
we live how we live
cause we all gonna die
said we live how we live
cause we all gonna die
we live how we live
this is generation y

(verse 1)
clinton era fella
post-crack era
i grew up around bush’s war on terror
i grew up on dipset
clean nikes and white tee sets
n-gg-s only for after school
and that recess
sippin’ quarter waters
probably spittin’ to a young queen
had the long rocawear jeans underneath me
right above sock, had the beef and broc
timberland boot like the lost boy troop
rip freaky ty, queens sh-t ’til i die
ogs told me
when you make it, multiply
don’t coward, don’t flake
trust no snake
look a man in his eye
with every move you make
that’s what i live by
’til the day i do die
since the days n-gg-s got jacked
for nextels, call black eyes
since the day i got jacked for my bike on hillside
i took that, i ate that
then jacked me a new ride

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(verse 2)
high school was nothing but new kicks and p-ssy
poppin’ a young freak, back row at a movie
takin’ a car with no license or knowledge
then swervin’ through queens with no dreams about college
young and reckless
f-ckin’ hoes unprotected
gettin’ checked, then callin’ her up for seconds
swear that i never learn
watchin’ fights right on the curb
peep the cops, tell me the word
dippin’ out when burners squirt
pop pop, hear the glock drop, then we out
took a left and changed my route
met up at my n-gg-‘s house
played 2k and talked sh-t
’bout b-tches with nice lips
fresh kicks, new clothes
and bein’ fly for new hoes
made sure my js were og and ds
sb from nike and 3 from adidas
my mindset back then, i still keep now
swear i never learn and i never knew how

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(verse 3)
these days, cloud 9
metaphor for my mind
i black out, cause these days
i seldom see sunshine
college, they pimpin’
my mom with tuition
and if i was learnin’
then d-mn son, i missed it
the system ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
so i tell the world to suck my d-ck
two wars plus one recession
plus some n-gg-s with a bunch of weapons
sprinkle in a politician
thinkin’ jobs is what we missin’
america, this is what you made
a generation trying to find its way
you tell young n-gg-s that we gotta get paid
but if you got no diploma, you turn us away
me and my n-gg-s b-st-rds
f-ck what y’all done heard
f-ck your whole life
your tv and your concern
we live in real life
mobb deep and soul train
no sleep for n-gg-s like me, thats on they grind

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