Lyrics:
killing my high
My generation's too young to liberate
But understand enough to shiver by the state of your shit
So try to share the guilt or try to point
the opera
Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us
Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars
But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really
give up?
CHORUS
Cos every time I think you want more
You go out fuck him and you prove me wrong
And now I'm left here trying to remember what it's like
The culture:
The Culture represents the ill will of past generations
The Masses is lost outta their minds which,
Only leads to one thing
God already
raw (work)
We just gettin' rich by any means (argh!)
I keep twenty-thousand dollars in any jeans (by any means)
Yeah, we gettin' rich by any means
We still live by ancient folklore
Still to this day the scriptures run our lives
Striking fear into the hearts of innocence and purity
A story told
empty
So he yelled, "oh, heck"
"Heck," said the rebel
Well, the Dean walked by
Just as that occurred
He said, "you can get expelled
For what I just
[Pharell]
Oh lord
[Bow Wow]
Young and confused
With nothin' to lose
But somethin' to prove
My hunger my views
I use them as tools
To refuse
Up on the Hill
There's an old cul-de-sac
Where I finally learned how to pray
Surrounded by all
Of the brothers and sisters
That I made while
Snupe
You ain't cum yet" and she know I run that
I got a hundred fucking
Thousand views on Cosmic
Kev and it ain't been a month yet
I'm doing it
Nigga
steps on a thousand mile journey
Started off on the right foot marching towards glory
So I speak with the voice of a thousand people
For my generation
swear I could never do wrong with you
Never do wrong with you
She swears she could take it all off baby
You don't have nothing to prove oh
I swear I
me tell you 'bout the
Generation I done came from
(I done came from)
Knowin' no one gonna save us
Put survival in our nature
But that amplified my
for me
Prolly forever if I stay in my zone
I speak on this generation but can't change it alone
I heard the lil', lil' homie talking reckless in Vibe
the sky
Do you think time, would pass us by
'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you, now
If I could fall into the sky
Do
only poppin' 'cause our whack whack generation
They think that turn up the move they just wanna see us groove
I know you really trynna prove a point, but
empty
So he yelled, "oh, heck"
"Heck," said the rebel
Well, the Dean walked by
Just as that occurred
He said, "you can get expelled
For what I just
To one thousand generations
God's promise has stood firm
Though His people strayed and wandered
In His love He did not turn
It was spoken by
the call us strange
Considered by many people
To be the equal of the anti-Christ
But those are the people of old generations
Filling my life with bad
all my niggas who splash cops
Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner
You guys despise guys like us
Nikko & Nitro!
You and you are no friend of mine
(uh you’re no friends of mine)
We done played this game a thousand times
Uh ay yo I seen it from
and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
For ten thousand generations this world living in poverty of a spiritual kind
For ten thousand generations this world deceived by a deep rooted lie
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