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Album:
Young Black and Gifted
Shot lyrics by Young Aux

[Intro]

Rahtan
Bad Man pressed un thee wrong button
These uh Tsiga man pon these place know soh
Representing Young Black and Gifted pon
Young Aux,Rigga Mortis more fire be dam aan
weird aan

Yeah (laughs)
You tuned in to Young Black and Gifted
Uh

[Verse1]

I'm Thinking of getting that water out of the slaughter house/

We now official we hiding money under the couch/

I'm thinking of getting of getting my mom a whip and a house like brian mac night

For that to be possible I need to hustle tonight!!!

So many of them nigga's thinking like me but non of them go and get it/

And when I get it they start the hating this shit is pathetic

I'm copping Adidas I am no prince
My djilla I'm fit to be king
Wish you done seen what I've seen
Been where I've been
My nigga I deserve to king

Young aux
Stop that
Aint no nigga like Gizz
Mother fuckers better
stop that
Drop that
Drop that
Stop that
With a nigga like Aux
Everybody gonna Cop that

Rock that
Snap back fitted on my nephews dome
Used to sell that crack off my uncles phone/
Now a nigga big like my nephews dome
Rolling in your city like a rolling stone.
Mortis/

[Chorus]

Its hard for a black man/
Always grinding sweating for the white man/
Its hard being a black man/
All I know is making money for the white man/
I've been grinding for days Jah been making money till the day I reach the grave/
I've been praying for days running from my struggle hoping we gone find change/

[Verse2]

They thinking we made it/
But this the beginning/
thought I was faded/
I guess you were dreaming/

I'm the best new chancer alive/
I put that on grand dad grave

Its a blessing to become a blessing my Father would set it in stone/
I grind hard making moves all on my own/

Watch me/
Grinding like a slave all day/
I'm unsigned like fake checks on pay day/
White man cuffin us/
Is this how it feels to be free?
We earning peanuts that's why my verse's come with a FEE/
ain't nothing changed we still blinded by all these civil rights/
For things to be possible we need to HUSTLE TONIGHT!/
Mortis.

[Chorus]

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