Bryant Dope - Generation Y lyrics

(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 sponsored links 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)