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Testo Black Boy - Young Greatness

Testo della canzone Black Boy (Young Greatness), tratta dall'album I Tried to Tell Em 2

Yeah
Two!
Street shit
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Every nigga from that seven grind like they gotta win
They say my name in the wind like I ain't grind
Bitch, I'm from the gutter, I deserve to
Shine (I deserve to shine, shine, shine)
Had long nights, niggas shooting with a K (brrr)
This shit fucked up, my city crying every day (my city)
Young black boy, he wanna run like Ricky Waters
But he dead broke on the block and he selling quarters
Man, what would you do if your grandma
Didn't have money to pay the cable?
Ever seen your best friend die right in front you?
Ever seen his baby mama cry right in front you?
Hurdy out the seven walk, full of scholarships
Man, it's kinda fucked up, hood politics (shit fucked up)
It's cold in my city streets (that shit fucked up)
It's cold in my city streets, man
If you open your eyes, then you can see that he grind so hard
He hung up on the block every night, but he still had dreams
For the love of that money
For the love of that money, he lost everything (everything)
He had a vision, running all them dive plays
But he got fucked up trapping in them hallways
Every day he prayed to make it out
But he had to choose the hustler route
Dirty socks, dirty drawers, he want some new shit
So he stayed on that block having long nights
Caught his first body, couple shootouts
Counted 'bout twenty bands in a shoebox
Man, the homie was so cold, but we'll never know
All they got is his blood on the city streets
A couple teddy bears where he laid at
Alone in cold blanket where they played at
It's fucked up 'cause everybody we love, they gotta take from us
And everybody we trust, they take our breath from us
Black boys from the seven with a heart of passion
Then they stole all his dreams for the love of trapping
What you would do, nigga?
If you were chasing your dream
Nigga, your grandma lights cut off, nigga
You in number seventeen
If you open your eyes, then you can see that he grind so hard
He hung up on the block every night, but he still had dreams
For the love of that money
For the love of that money, he lost everything (everything)



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Writer(s): Cunnie Williams, Oliver Dommaschk, Marco Quast
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