Pac Div - Young Black Male lyrics
[Pac Div - Young Black Male lyrics]
This is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and
The over packed jail whyoooo oh oh
Whyoooo oh oh oh oh
This is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and
The over packed jail i don't sell no crack
I don't stand on no corner
Got my life in order no wife, no daughter
No house that I own
But the house I call home
Is my mama's with a couch that
Pulls out when it's on
And I still do my thang yo
Life ain't a game yo
Still on a search for that
Gold under the rainbow
Back in high school I used to
Have a nice game yo
Now I work at a grocery store stocking draino
Dang yo, damn yo little black sand boat
My boss is gonna make me flip out, like Rambo
But, I can't though
Gotta set the right example
For these other young black males
Cause, I'm the mantle
I'm the mantle, but if I think about it
300 years ago, I would've been in shackles
Watch cops pull us over high beaming lights
They gon pull us to the shoulder
Tryna meet a quota hem you up, vultures
No sudden moves
They gon say you got explosives
Damn these niggas bogus
I'm dippin in the focus got my check
Tryna hit the bank for the close it
Young black males always seem
To fit the culprit
Make a U turn, 10-4 and they on it
Have you on the most wanted
Call it all a mix up
When it's time to go home, and they shifts up
Now I'm 30 minutes late
Tryna pick my chick up
Didn't even get to see LeBron
Light them Knicks up that's some shit huh?
Mannnn, I can't figure this out
My car payments due soon
So is rent for the house
And I can't miss this month or
They'll be kickin me out
My landlord ain't hearing me out
I'm on my own bout time tho
I used to get on mama's last nerve
I ain't tryna wrap burgers ma
I'm tryna rap words
I ain't tryna get murdered
I ain't tryna stack furs
I ain't tryna grab yo ass girl
I'm tryna grab hers (Oops)
Sorry got sidetracked, let me get to my rap
Let me show you that was my
Tryna dodge the cemetery and
The over packed jail whyoooo oh oh
Whyoooo oh oh oh oh
This is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and
The over packed jail i don't sell no crack
I don't stand on no corner
Got my life in order no wife, no daughter
No house that I own
But the house I call home
Is my mama's with a couch that
Pulls out when it's on
And I still do my thang yo
Life ain't a game yo
Still on a search for that
Gold under the rainbow
Back in high school I used to
Have a nice game yo
Now I work at a grocery store stocking draino
Dang yo, damn yo little black sand boat
My boss is gonna make me flip out, like Rambo
But, I can't though
Gotta set the right example
For these other young black males
Cause, I'm the mantle
I'm the mantle, but if I think about it
300 years ago, I would've been in shackles
Watch cops pull us over high beaming lights
They gon pull us to the shoulder
Tryna meet a quota hem you up, vultures
No sudden moves
They gon say you got explosives
Damn these niggas bogus
I'm dippin in the focus got my check
Tryna hit the bank for the close it
Young black males always seem
To fit the culprit
Make a U turn, 10-4 and they on it
Have you on the most wanted
Call it all a mix up
When it's time to go home, and they shifts up
Now I'm 30 minutes late
Tryna pick my chick up
Didn't even get to see LeBron
Light them Knicks up that's some shit huh?
Mannnn, I can't figure this out
My car payments due soon
So is rent for the house
And I can't miss this month or
They'll be kickin me out
My landlord ain't hearing me out
I'm on my own bout time tho
I used to get on mama's last nerve
I ain't tryna wrap burgers ma
I'm tryna rap words
I ain't tryna get murdered
I ain't tryna stack furs
I ain't tryna grab yo ass girl
I'm tryna grab hers (Oops)
Sorry got sidetracked, let me get to my rap
Let me show you that was my