[Intro]
Kids is what make me feel so good
See you looking at the glory that's coming up into the future of life
See the younger youth is what's gonna make everything to keep going
After I done passed down the hill
Young and black!
[Verse 1: Marcus Eugene]
Uh, young, gifted and I'm black
Uh, young, gifted and I rap
Young and gifted, but I don't got a strap
So I hope nobody try to run up on me with the mac
Like "blat!"
Lay a nigga flat
But let me fall back cause I ain't into all that
As I get back to the trap
When I say I'm trappin', that just mean I'm tryna stack
Tryin' not to get caught up where I'm at
In the 'jects where the mice gettin' cheese with the rats
That's where I be's, and these is the facts
The world is a ghetto, we all know who's Geppetto
Angel on your shoulder, in your ear you got the devil
People change like leaves that them dope boys peddle
Blow trees like flowers in the meadow
Life's a breeze, you know me, I'm just tryin' not to settle
Cause these streets still cold like metal
When it's heat, it ain't sweet
And them shots ain't Jell-O
So, props to them niggas takin' shots like Melo
From the block, just tryna meet the top like "hello!"
Uh, then we sayin' our good-byes
Glory for the villains, no love for the good guys
A system of bad people that's tellin' us good lies
That's life as you know it, you lookin' through hood eyes
Kids is what make me feel so good
See you looking at the glory that's coming up into the future of life
See the younger youth is what's gonna make everything to keep going
After I done passed down the hill
Young and black!
[Verse 1: Marcus Eugene]
Uh, young, gifted and I'm black
Uh, young, gifted and I rap
Young and gifted, but I don't got a strap
So I hope nobody try to run up on me with the mac
Like "blat!"
Lay a nigga flat
But let me fall back cause I ain't into all that
As I get back to the trap
When I say I'm trappin', that just mean I'm tryna stack
Tryin' not to get caught up where I'm at
In the 'jects where the mice gettin' cheese with the rats
That's where I be's, and these is the facts
The world is a ghetto, we all know who's Geppetto
Angel on your shoulder, in your ear you got the devil
People change like leaves that them dope boys peddle
Blow trees like flowers in the meadow
Life's a breeze, you know me, I'm just tryin' not to settle
Cause these streets still cold like metal
When it's heat, it ain't sweet
And them shots ain't Jell-O
So, props to them niggas takin' shots like Melo
From the block, just tryna meet the top like "hello!"
Uh, then we sayin' our good-byes
Glory for the villains, no love for the good guys
A system of bad people that's tellin' us good lies
That's life as you know it, you lookin' through hood eyes
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