(Hook)
Generation Y
f** 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
n***as only for after school
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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 sh** 'til I die
OGs told me
When you make it, multiply
Don'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 n***as 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 p**y
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
f**in' 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 n***a's house
Played 2k and talked sh**
'Bout b**hes 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 sh** but hoes and tricks
So I tell the world to s** my dick
Two wars plus one recession
Plus some n***as 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 n***as that we gotta get paid
But if you got no diploma, you turn us away
Me and my n***as ba*tards
f** what y'all done heard
f** your whole life
Your TV and your concern
We live in real life
Mobb Deep and Soul Train
No sleep for n***as like me, thats on they grind
(Hook)