Lyrics

Woo, yeah (Cannon, Cannon) (Being Black nigga is just like a modern day crime) (Mo-mo-mo-modern day crime) They say I fell off, I bounced back I got it in me Hustle fully automatic, dawg, don't do no semi Seven day grind theory, dawg hustle-viili That's why I got that "Thug motivation" 'cross my belly You confusing me with them, dawg, must be a mix up Lots to celebrate, yeah, pour me up a big cup Nigga, I ain't dead, I ain't in the penitentiary All the shit I did, yeah, I coulda did a century Nigga, I was plotting on this in elementary Third period holding my vision pockets empty (damn) Please don't tell me I can't do it, that would tempt me What you know about adversity? I tell 'em plenty (let's go) All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave Real estate nigga, that's a modern day flex Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check (let's go) Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind Being Black, nigga, that's a modern day crime If he got a badge that's an modern day opp Motivation 'cross my belly like a modern day Pac A soldier dies one time, coward dies a million Came back reincarnated, what a feeling? Forever I'm immortal, now you can't kill my spirit Why they always hating on your name? 'Cause they fear it Gave them all of me like John, I'm a legend Word to Bush drug war, nigga, I'm a veteran Post dramatic stress from the pain, I need some morphine Cash rules everything around me, need some more cream If I die tonight, wonder if heaven got a Ghetto Me and my girlfriend on brown liquor getting mellow Sipping brown, blowing green, yeah that thug passion Y'all thought that I was done done, that's all a thug asking All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave (what's up?) Real estate nigga, that's a modern day flex Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check (let's go) Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind Being Black, nigga, that's a modern day crime (yeah) If he got a badge that's an modern day opp Motivation 'cross my belly like a modern day Pac (All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave) (Like-like, like a modern day slave) (Being Black, nigga, is like a modern day crime) (Modern, mo-mo-modern day crime) (Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind) (Mo-mo-modern day grind) (Being Black, nigga, is like a modern day crime) (I'm like a modern day Pac)
Writer(s): Don Cannon, Jay W. Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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