Lyrics:
on my name
Told DJs he's over
He ain't spittin' the same
What he says is irrelevant
Hip-Hop culture has changed
When I walk in the room
Young boys
on my name
Told DJs he's over
He ain't spittin' the same
What he says is irrelevant
Hip-Hop culture has changed
When I walk in the room
Young boys look
my young Gs are carrying
His blade same length as a javelin
I don't know about B-ball, what's happenin'
But know that it's fucked if he's travellin'
They came from Scandinavia
The land of midnight sun
And crossed the North Atlantic
When this century was young
They'd heard that in America
of dreaming
Mothers trapped by onerous greed
Fathers stripped, emotion steed
we fight cause' we really don't see
Generations
The taste of ancestral tears
heard that this new generation was waiting on me
After The Golden Age, these old heads been praying for me
To get involved, maybe vent to y'all,
You're full of spit and you never bend
I'm a little slower but I know how to win
You're young and strong, you're virile and thin
You're starting down
like her but I still won't wife her
If I'm prada you, I'll buy you Prada
He ain't my blood but he's my brother
He ain't my blood but he's my brother
and self frustrations
Missing Beats of a generation
The nature of our expectations
When You were young
You were
The first to crash
And burn
That's
was misled by snakes and lost when I was young
But I learned and returned like the prodigal son
(Chorus)
They can't erase our history
Because it
Mr. president, distinguished delegates,
Since the beginning of modern civilization
Generations have witnessed and inherited the only conflicts
what tomorrow holds
When it ain't clear
Because the well is running dry
Racial tensions running high
Under 21 is far too young to die
My salvation's
us to teach when all you did was talk
The trickle-down theory but this generation of thugs
Ain't nothing like my niggas was when was hustling blood
money
I'm for the love of this money
I'm for the love of this money
I'm for the love of this money
Why you think a young nigga hustling
I'm for the love
It's been a whooping twelve years young blood, Young Blood
But I'm still a beast
Leave you on your knees
I'm a sage
Don't you push me to the edge
chorus: Blood for Blood without rewards
a bullet hears my true love sign
in life's young dreams to all
Blood for blood
doubt I'll come for the truth, dog
(LG) Word, it's time for a change
(EDI) So lets give it to 'em man
VERSE 1 (LG Wise)
Generation in a curse
And they
observation as a whole
Human extermination, population control
Assuming my generation is young
And out of control
But y'all don't understand this
Y'all out
marching forth into the monster's jaws
America eats its young, swallow raw
Falling through the doorway of death
Never know what we dying for
(Chorus)
[Ill
They tried and I was like, "Nigga this school yard"
You can't find a homie in my generation
That put in more work than me
You may find or two that
make s*** 'till it pop
Young Dom boy gotta make s*** 'till it pop
POP, POP, POP, POP, POP
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
Love never felt no, no
Blood on the pills
never get home again
But I'll carry the songs I learned when we were kids
I'll carry the scars of generations gone by
I'll pray for you always,
Annette, you could be my Juliet
Young blood in your veins
Age doesn't matter anyway
Be my shelter from the rain
Young blood, ooh, young blood
deceased
I'm so Battle Creek, I'm so Mid-West
I'm so numb now, I seen too much death
Generation after generation
Court cases after cases, caskets wit young
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