[Hook]
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
Yo, 20 is a blessing
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing [2x]
Check it out, 20 is a blessing
[Verse 1]
What a nigga to do, nothing to lose
The whole world to gain, coming of age
Mama cut loose my chain, now I'm walking these streets like a gladiator
Mama shoulda kept me cuffed me up to the radiator
Fuck is that bullshit on the radio?
Tell that nigga Ebro, "Please play that flavor"
And I don't really ask for favors, and toot my own horn
And I just really got to say the state of hip-hop ain't been the same since
They brainwashed youths to think we came from a slave ship
Hopped out of the spaceship, decoded the languages and realized
They tryna keep us trapped in the anguish
Flooding the airwaves with all of the same shit
Forgetting what's ancient, they tell us we ain't shit
The only means of getting by is killing our own, left in the tomb
Or even worse, putting it in a song to sing along
And I'm a Hot Nigga, cause where was OG Bobby Johnson
To tell young Shmurda that he has some better options
Don't wanna blame the streets that adopted him, or the doctrine
That got his mind, so boxed up in and I don't judge
But there's no one to blame but us, and that's the truth, but
It's always swept under the rug, and deep down we all wanna be loved
But they got us so blind, we don't wanna be us
And growing up in the slums, the shit is tough, I ain't bulletproof
But full of truth, so shoot 'em up till he deceased
And lined right back on the streets
I hope left enough gold for you to get back on your feet, peace
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
Yo, 20 is a blessing
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing [2x]
Check it out, 20 is a blessing
[Verse 1]
What a nigga to do, nothing to lose
The whole world to gain, coming of age
Mama cut loose my chain, now I'm walking these streets like a gladiator
Mama shoulda kept me cuffed me up to the radiator
Fuck is that bullshit on the radio?
Tell that nigga Ebro, "Please play that flavor"
And I don't really ask for favors, and toot my own horn
And I just really got to say the state of hip-hop ain't been the same since
They brainwashed youths to think we came from a slave ship
Hopped out of the spaceship, decoded the languages and realized
They tryna keep us trapped in the anguish
Flooding the airwaves with all of the same shit
Forgetting what's ancient, they tell us we ain't shit
The only means of getting by is killing our own, left in the tomb
Or even worse, putting it in a song to sing along
And I'm a Hot Nigga, cause where was OG Bobby Johnson
To tell young Shmurda that he has some better options
Don't wanna blame the streets that adopted him, or the doctrine
That got his mind, so boxed up in and I don't judge
But there's no one to blame but us, and that's the truth, but
It's always swept under the rug, and deep down we all wanna be loved
But they got us so blind, we don't wanna be us
And growing up in the slums, the shit is tough, I ain't bulletproof
But full of truth, so shoot 'em up till he deceased
And lined right back on the streets
I hope left enough gold for you to get back on your feet, peace
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