Ybm

YBM

Verse 1
Everythings a party scene
When ya young wild and free
Caggage like Dinner greens
Now we know what winning means
An they just wanna hang us up in distant trees
While we roll Fanta wraps round smoking leaves
Folk raps and soulful leads
High notes and poetry
Concrete jungle
Even they gravel you can grow a seed
Paid my local fees
Now it’s time to own a deed
Raised in neighborhoods with no dreams
Only Feins
Change the neighborhood
With no loans Only cheese
Let our own people
Go Patrol the streets
No lynch mobs
For quick jogs
No heart drops
When 12 drift by

Chorus
We are not our ancestors Niggah
We been in a pandemic niggah
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeh We the young Black Malitia
Now bounce that ass quick twerk sum
Ima throw cash shit twerk sum
Now bounce that ass quick twerk sum
And shake that ass like it’s worth sum

Post
I really try to see it from the opposite side
Black man dead, white cop is Alive
No crime committed at the time he arrived
The cell phones live But the body cam died

Verse 2
It start with what you believe in
Then they influence what you be eating
Where that fried chicken extra seasoned
& then niggahs is mad, they extra eager
Black on black a kill ya too huh
That’s the new way we ringing noose now
I be watching, don’t think u two hot
A few shots cruiser an now u 2pac

Chorus
We are not our ancestors Niggah
We been in a pandemic niggah
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeh We the young Black Malitia
Now bounce that ass quick twerk sum
Ima throw cash shit twerk sum
Now bounce that ass quick twerk sum
And shake that ass like it’s worth sum

Verse 3
No surprise no explanation
How United you really think the states is
Shid Let’s try sum it up in a statement

So colonist come to a land with natives
Befriended the tribe so they
Could learn how to stay here
Then kill them off and they called that shit Thanks give
Some time later they brought the slaves in
Raped all of the women in front of chain men
Striped from their true name and tried to renamed them
Than teach em bout a white man who can save them
Blue eyes blond hair, that’s arrangements
Damn That ain’t like Jesus thats satan
Skin of bronze hair of wool, No relation
Child you better stop with all that fussing that you making
This the new generation and we ain’t on no slave ship!

Chorus
We are not our ancestors Niggah
We been in a pandemic niggah
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeh We the young Black Malitia

We are not our ancestors Niggah
We been in a pandemic niggah
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeh We the young Black Malitia

Now bounce that ass quick twerk sum
Ima throw cash shit twerk sum
Now bounce that ass quick twerk sum
And shake that ass like it’s worth sum