Young Black Male Pac Div (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

[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 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 yo, 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