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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Street Symphony
Street Symphony
Programming
D.O. Speaks
D.O. Speaks
Programming
Al Green
Al Green
Sampled Artist
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al Green
Al Green
Songwriter
Derrick Okoth
Derrick Okoth
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Torrance Esmond
Torrance Esmond
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Executive Producer
Street Symphony
Street Symphony
Producer
Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James "Jayme Be" Belt
James "Jayme Be" Belt
Assistant Engineer
William Dougan
William Dougan
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
D.O. Speaks
D.O. Speaks
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on the Absolut Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop Could've been a lawyer until they came and shackled you Felons on your records so them jobs ain't gettin' back at you Them kids ain't eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet That's the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse Damn, they don't understand Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to make a plan Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of hand OGs never told us nothin' in advance Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said You don't wanna end up like my man Ahmed Praying five times a day, prostration on his head Screamin' isha Lord that he don't make it to the feds Caught up in the system, visit from his sister Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how they ain't even with him Said they would ride or die, but it ain't even in 'em Always postin' on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches Got you thinking twice, damn I should've been a witness Dismantle my business, just telling my story All guns, no glory, been going on before me We slaves in the '40s, still slaves in the present No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no presents Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson Grew up with the goons, now he need protection He dropped outta school, then he got arrested Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all niggas just rumble They told you to hustle, them niggas don't love you Young black American, (na na) Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na) Fall to the paradigm, (na na) Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na) The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts It's kinda crazy there's another world on the other side of town Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code The destruction, the hate The obstruction of my faith My prayers, my faith Will never be the same Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America Young black America
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Terius Youngdell Nash, Al L. Green, Robert Rihmeek Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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