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Yeah, I was on corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never us
Black man kill a white man, gon' start a war up
Mama she was sour, on the Absolut
Young brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so jobs ain't gettin' back at you
Them kids ain't eat yet, so you even sleep yet
That's the only thing we ever saw, we that
was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back
Broad day, his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they understand
Comin' the bottom, it's so hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin', let it get out of hand
OGs never us nothin' in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I
You don't end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, on his head
Screamin' Lord that he don't make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his
Talkin' 'bout all niggas, how they ain't even with him
Said they ride or die, but it ain't even in 'em
postin' on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures
Never when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you twice, damn I should've been a witness
Dismantle my business, just my story
All guns, no glory, been going on me
We in the '40s, still slaves in the present
No for Christmas, ain't get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us
in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up the goons, now he need protection
He outta school, then he got arrested
with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we be respected
They us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, and got
He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all niggas rumble
They told you to hustle, them don't love you

Young American, (na na)
Wanna like the fairer skin, (na na)
to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the nigga, no church
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no
It's kinda crazy there's world on the other side of town
rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy
Preaching, while dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the
The of my faith
My prayers, my
Will never be the

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Young America
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Young America
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