Nashawn - Generation lyrics

[Intro: Nashawn] Nashawn, Money Machine Here that phone ring?, ha-ha Ill Will y'all [Verse One: Nashawn] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Ayo that's the hood dawg Hungry little n***as, like that's the ghetto y'all Slugs for Christmas, thugs cookin' up, usin' Mom's dishes Playin' with guns, hopin' dump-dumps And run up on yo crib while you in it He a little dunn-dunn, see he gon' grow up and be a menace Operation at 12, miss 'em long in the penit Give 'em a gun and you finished See he the future, I don't know when they come back I give 'em a .9 ruger On the block how to maneuver And you gotta feed your dog, so they could be fat, who could move 'em Hurt sh**, use to the limit, gotta murk sh** Show his a** how to ride in the Hurst All my life I put work in, pumpin' the servant Fiends this is the life of a kid in the urban Who fiends for the Porsche's, Jeeps and Suburbans Speedin' down the street, I ain't tryin' to see curtains [Hook: Nashawn] Some dude's live through it Some dude's could die If you alone in that coffin - goodbye d**h could make a grown motha'f**in' man cry Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side) Some dude's live through it Some dude's could die If you alone in that coffin - goodbye d**h could make a motha'f**in' grown man cry Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side) [Verse Two: Nashawn] Listen, d**h by inches, it's off the hinges I gotta say - sh** push back on benches My .40 caliber gotta spray Whose that now?, who got found with a round? In his forehead, tryin' to be down? Mess up, and there will be more dead, try me clowns When I catch 'em, yo I'm in ATL stompin' 'em out What I'm about, try to see the sea off to see shores Spots from the Bronx, to B-More Tree off, to G-Four's, or Bentley's with spinnin' doors Defend my fans, damn I'm the f**in' man I held my grams and I deserved it Held pistol in my hand and contribute to people ma** murder I try splurge, but that ain't worth it, of workin' But I continue to put work in [Hook: Nashawn] Some dude's live through it Some dude's could die If you alone in that coffin - goodbye I put a gun to your eye, bullet to your head To see if your motha'f**in' brains could fly [Hook: Nashawn] Some dude's live through it Some dude's could die If you alone in that coffin - goodbye d**h could make a grown motha'f**in' man cry Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side) Some dude's live through it Some dude's could die If you alone in that coffin - goodbye d**h could make a motha'f**in' grown man cry Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side)