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Black Boy

Young Greatness
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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)