Young Black Male

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] This is the story of a young black male Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail Whyoooo, oh-oh Whyoooo, oh-oh Said this is the story of a young black male Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail Whyoooo, oh-oh Whyoooo oh-oh-oh-oh [Verse 1: Mibbs] This is the story of a young black male Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail I don't sell no crack, I don't stand on no corner Got my life in order, no wife, no daughter No house that I own, but the house I call home Is my mama's with a couch that pulls out when it's on And I still do my thang though, life ain't a game, yo Still on a search for that gold under the rainbow Back in high school, I used to have a nice game, yo Now I work at a grocery store stocking Drano Dang, yo, damn, yo, little black Sambo My boss is gonna make me flip out, like Rambo But I can't though, gotta set the right example For these other young black males 'cause I'm the mantle I'm the mantle, but if I think about it 300 years ago, I would've been in shackles [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] This is the story of a young black male Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail Whyoooo, oh-oh Whyoooo, oh-oh Said this is the story of a young black male Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail Whyoooo, oh-oh Whyoooo oh-oh-oh-oh [Verse 2: BeYoung] Watch cops pull us over High beaming lights, they gon pull us to the shoulder Tryna meet a quota Hem you up, vultures No sudden moves, they gon say you got explosives Damn, these niggas bogus I'm dippin in the Focus Got my check, tryna hit the bank 'fore they closing Young black males always seem to fit the culprit Make a U-turn, 10-4 and they on it Have you on the most wanted They call it all a mix-up When its time to go home, and they shift's up Now I'm 30 minutes late, tryna pick my chick up Didn't even get to see LeBron light them Knicks up That's some shit, huh? [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] This is the story of a young black male Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail Whyoooo, oh-oh Whyoooo, oh-oh Said this is the story of a young black male Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail Whyoooo, oh-oh Whyoooo oh-oh-oh-oh [Verse 3: Like] Mannnn, I can't figure this out My car payments due soon, so is rent for the house And I can't miss this month or they'll be kickin' me out My landlord ain't hearing me out, I'm on my own 'Bout time tho, I used to get on mama's last nerves I ain't tryna wrap burgers, mom, I'm tryna rap words I ain't tryna get murdered, I ain't tryna stack furs I ain't tryna grab yo ass, girl, I'm tryna grab hers (Oops) Sorry, got sidetracked, let me get to my rap Let me show you devils where my mind's at, rewind that Let me show you devils where my mind's at, since I'm black I either go to jail, cemetery, or to Iraq Hmm, I don't buy that, you package it, they try that The same old circle in the hood, turning right back Flip it around, you wouldn't want that hell But that's the story of a young black male, you sell, oh well