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(Hook) Generation Y Fuck a 9 to 5 We live how we live Cause we all gonna die Said we live how we live Cause we all gonna die We live how we live This is Generation Y (Verse 1) Clinton era fella Post-crack era I grew up around Bush's war on terror I grew up on Dipset Clean Nikes and white tee sets Niggas only for after school And that recess Sippin' quarter waters Probably spittin' to a young queen Had the long Rocawear jeans underneath me Right above sock, had the beef and broc Timberland boot like the Lost Boy Troop RIP Freaky Ty, Queens shit 'til I die OGs told me When you make it, multiply SongtexteDon't coward, don't flake Trust no snake Look a man in his eye With every move you make That's what I live by 'Til the day I do die Since the days niggas got jacked For Nextels, call black eyes Since the day I got jacked for my bike on Hillside I took that, I ate that Then jacked me a new ride (Hook) (Verse 2) High school was nothing but new kicks and pussy Poppin' a young freak, back row at a movie Takin' a car with no license or knowledge Then swervin' through Queens with no dreams about college Young and reckless Fuckin' hoes unprotected Gettin' checked, then callin' her up for seconds Swear that I never learn Watchin' fights right on the curb Peep the cops, tell me the word Dippin' out when burners squirt Pop pop, hear the Glock drop, then we out Took a left and changed my route Met up at my nigga's house Played 2k and talked shit 'Bout bitches with nice lips Fresh kicks, new clothes And bein' fly for new hoes Made sure my Js were OG and DS SB from Nike and 3 from Adidas My mindset back then, I still keep now Swear I never learn and I never knew how (Hook) (Verse 3) These days, cloud 9 Metaphor for my mind I black out, cause these days I seldom see sunshine College, they pimpin' My mom with tuition And if I was learnin' Then damn son, I missed it The system ain't shit but hoes and tricks So I tell the world to suck my dick Two wars plus one recession Plus some niggas with a bunch of weapons Sprinkle in a politician Thinkin' jobs is what we missin' America, this is what you made A generation trying to find its way You tell young niggas that we gotta get paid But if you got no diploma, you turn us away Me and my niggas bastards Fuck what y'all done heard Fuck your whole life Your TV and your concern We live in real life Mobb Deep and Soul Train No sleep for niggas like me, thats on they grind (Hook) Aus Songtexte Mania