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​dead prez - coming of age lyrics

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[intro]
for my n+ggas (brand new)
never ignorant, getting goals accomplished (shad town)
my n+gga ill will, yeah
this your boy sticky icky
dead presidents, my n+gga [?] you know how we do it, yo

[chorus]
playing the block
smoking up gan’
keeping it g
doing our thing
coming of age, yeah, yeah
getting some p+ssy
chasing that paper
catching them charges for being them gangstas
coming of age, yeah, yeah
playing the block
smoking up gan’
keeping it g
doing our thing
coming of age, yeah, yeah
getting some p+ssy
chasing that paper
catching them charges for being them gangstas
coming of age, yeah, yeah (yeah yeah)
[verse 1]
i got my emps when i was like 11 yеars old
used to hang out on the block wherе the drugs were sold
i was fascinated, balling n+ggas we go
mad b+tches and clothes
that’s when the streets took total control
i never understood the sh+t behind it
around that time was when i first heard criminal minded and internalised it
but i don’t blame it on the weed
[?] was my seed but my dream fertilised it
i embarked on a familiar course, sipping [?]
became the man of my house when my parents divorced
in and out of court smoking newports
because my friends did
a 76 is what i pushed, not a benz, kid
we used to jump the [?] just for thrill’s sake
pulling out guns or just hanging our real late was fun to us
now every one of us is either locked up or broke
look what the street life has done to us

[chorus]
playing the block
smoking up gan’
keeping it g
doing our thing
coming of age, yeah, yeah
getting some p+ssy
chasing that paper
catching them charges for being them gangstas
coming of age, yeah, yeah
playing the block
smoking up gan’
keeping it g
doing our thing
coming of age, yeah, yeah
getting some p+ssy
chasing that paper
catching them charges for being them gangstas
coming of age, yeah, yeah (yeah yeah)
[verse 2]
yo, i could blame it on my environment why i live so bad
or i could blame it on my mom or my dad
but i was in the crack hard and baseball cards i loved to hustle
i erased all fear with all the loot from my first bundle
just a youngen n+gga stuck in the jungle
crazy+glued the ball to my hand, n+gga can’t fumble
mom’s praying to the church can’t believe what her son do
but if only she could fathom what these streets done come to
[?] by the pack, he’s wild as f+ck
not to mention [?] back for when jail’s were suck
is this society to blame for the youth gone wrong?
or the parents for not teaching they kids what’s right from wrong
then try to blame it on the rap song, they reason we wild
while we know it’s they hollywood infecting my child
see how i see it, you can’t judge me until y’all lived my life
i’m just dealing [?]

[chorus]
playing the block
smoking up gan’
keeping it g
doing our thing
coming of age, yeah, yeah
getting some p+ssy
chasing that paper
catching them charges for being them gangstas
coming of age, yeah, yeah
playing the block
smoking up gan’
keeping it g
doing our thing
coming of age, yeah, yeah
getting some p+ssy
chasing that paper
catching them charges for being them gangstas
coming of age, yeah, yeah (yeah yeah)



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