Generation Y Lyrics

(Hook)
Generation Y
Fuck a 9 to 5
We live how we live
Cause we all gonna die
Said we live how we live
Cause we all gonna die
We live how we live
This is Generation Y

(Verse 1)
Clinton era fella
Post-crack era
I grew up around Bush's war on terror
I grew up on Dipset
Clean Nikes and white tee sets
Niggas only for after school
And that recess
Sippin' quarter waters
Probably spittin' to a young queen
Had the long Rocawear jeans underneath me
Right above sock, had the beef and broc
Timberland boot like the Lost Boy Troop
RIP Freaky Ty, Queens shit 'til I die
OGs told me
When you make it, multiply
Don't coward, don't flake
Trust no snake
Look a man in his eye
With every move you make
That's what I live by
'Til the day I do die
Since the days niggas got jacked
For Nextels, call black eyes
Since the day I got jacked for my bike on Hillside
I took that, I ate that
Then jacked me a new ride

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
High school was nothing but new kicks and pussy
Poppin' a young freak, back row at a movie
Takin' a car with no license or knowledge
Then swervin' through Queens with no dreams about college
Young and reckless
Fuckin' hoes unprotected
Gettin' checked, then callin' her up for seconds
Swear that I never learn
Watchin' fights right on the curb
Peep the cops, tell me the word
Dippin' out when burners squirt
Pop pop, hear the Glock drop, then we out
Took a left and changed my route
Met up at my nigga's house
Played 2k and talked shit
'Bout bitches with nice lips
Fresh kicks, new clothes
And bein' fly for new hoes
Made sure my Js were OG and DS
SB from Nike and 3 from Adidas
My mindset back then, I still keep now
Swear I never learn and I never knew how

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(Verse 3)
These days, cloud 9
Metaphor for my mind
I black out, cause these days
I seldom see sunshine
College, they pimpin'
My mom with tuition
And if I was learnin'
Then damn son, I missed it
The system ain't shit but hoes and tricks
So I tell the world to suck my dick
Two wars plus one recession
Plus some niggas with a bunch of weapons
Sprinkle in a politician
Thinkin' jobs is what we missin'
America, this is what you made
A generation trying to find its way
You tell young niggas that we gotta get paid
But if you got no diploma, you turn us away
Me and my niggas bastards
Fuck what y'all done heard
Fuck your whole life
Your TV and your concern
We live in real life
Mobb Deep and Soul Train
No sleep for niggas like me, thats on they grind

(Hook)