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Meek Mill

Genres: Hip-Hop

Young Black America Lyrics - Meek Mill

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Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up 

Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner 

White man kill a black man, they never report us 

Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up 

Mama she was sour, sippin' on the Absolut 

Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop 

Could've been a lawyer until they came and shackled you 

Felons on your records so them jobs ain't gettin' back at you 

Them kids ain't eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet 

That's the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that 

They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back 

Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped 

Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse 

Damn, they don't understand 

Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to make a plan 

Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of hand 

OGs never told us nothin' in advance 

Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said 

Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said 

You don't wanna end up like my man Ahmed 

Praying five times a day, prostration on his head 

Screamin' isha Lord that he don't make it to the feds 

Caught up in the system, visit from his sister 

Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how they ain't even with him 

Said they would ride or die, but it ain't even in 'em 

Always postin' on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures 

Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches 

Got you thinking twice, damn I should've been a witness 

Dismantle my business, just telling my story 

All guns, no glory, been going on before me 

We slaves in the '40s, still slaves in the present 

No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no presents 

Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate 

Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson 

Grew up with the goons, now he need protection 

He dropped outta school, then he got arrested 

Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson 

They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected 

They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in 

Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted 

He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all niggas just rumble 

They told you to hustle, them niggas don't love you 

 

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Young black American, (na na) 

Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na) 

Fall to the paradigm, (na na) 

Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na) 

The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church 

My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts 

It's kinda crazy there's another world on the other side of town 

Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls 

Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost 

Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code 

The destruction, the hate 

The obstruction of my faith 

My prayers, my faith 

Will never be the same 

 

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