Letras
He ain't pack his bag kiss Mama then hit block
With any inclination or idea he'd get shot
In many situations this generation just not
Avoiding cycle, walking in Papa's flip flops
A boy decide to Rock with hot kids got
Avenues to choose Rhythm & Blues, Hip Hop
Witness on the news
Said she heard the thew thew Pop
She saw the body drop
Yellow tape then Cop
Just this morning you was mourning
Let your pen jot
Thoughts on your brother
Took a stray bullet to the top
Force Undercover
Trying to get a couple others bopped
It keep me wondering aloud
Will it ever stop
Wills written by tots
Barely out their mama's twat
Feel Heckler & Koch
Some Goons and a dope spot
Make 'em Corleone, Scarface, Nino Brown
Tragic when cameras not around
This generation, faced with situations
That place them Where they get caught up
Caught up
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
This generation, faced with situations
That place them Where they get caught up
Caught up
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
He ain't strap up and she ain't on the pill
He ain't pull out and she knew the drill
She was down with it
Wanted him to be committed
So to lock him down with it
Said she would not kill
Their baby but just maybe
Its not Drunken Love
But lust while Wavy
Plus ya'll crazy
Product of the way we
Guided, or better yet misguided daily
Decided early to never be like daddy
But how the circle twirl
You similar sadly
Not a perfect world
No formula to have these
Kids running relays
Instead of filling Paddy's
Madly in love with the boulevard you hug
Its full of the allure of intoxicating drugs
Ya'll can aim above
And still land Under
Older gotta be there for the younger
This generation, faced with situations
That place them Where they get caught up
Caught up
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
This generation, faced with situations
That place them Where they get caught up
Caught up
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
I never ever had no plans to survive
Past twenty five One quarter life
Seen so many cuffed up
Many others died
Kiss Mama's tears its been a good ride
Listen to my big homies
They my O.G.s
I appreciate it but they dont really know me
Try to be sedated with the alcohol and codeine
Xannies and the White Girl
And I like to blow green
Another Starbucks back home seem
Like this systems programming
Water still dirty in Michigan
Presidents tweets are we witnessing
This again, desensitized
So called killers on Facebook Live
Chem Trails in the Skies
Poison in the thighs
Ever 9 months this stories
Revived
This generation, faced with situations
That place them Where they get caught up
Caught up
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
This generation, faced with situations
That place them Where they get caught up
Caught up
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young
Young homies, hey young