90's Babies

[Intro]

This for my niggas with they trunks swinging, drug slinging, rag hanging
Crip walking, Blood banging, Esse-ing
Glock toating, pot smoking, set claiming
Pac quoting, B.I.G. bumping, brain dangerous, we some

[Hook]

90's babies products of our environment
Of the town we're residing in where the cops steady riding
And homicide ain't surprising, murder rate always climbing
Failure's never an option, all we know is "keep grinding", some 90's babies
We grew up in the era where our parents don't know better
So we can't keep it together, so we really 'bout whatever
All we know is the ghetto
All we want is this cheddar, mind on another level

[Verse 1]

Tension it never settles, picturing heaven here
Is a lot to weigh on your mental, cause here on the block
It's like starring face to face with the devil
Weezy said it was hot, it's like the burner's inner barrel or a tea kettle pot
Cause whenever the pop them shots, they whistle out of that pistol
The 'Yoppa chop up ya' partners and leave their carcasses sizzling
I'm just stuck in the middle, a little 9th Ward nigga
Who was raised off television and off his poppa's wisdom
Naval disciplined, get out of line and it's Poppa's whippings
Mama up in the kitchen, she's a paranoid Christian
So every night, she on her knees until they bleed wishing
For a way out, an escape route, maybe a suburban safe-house
Meanwhile, her two eldest boys stay out
Two inches away from the prison system, hoping they don't fall victim
But they eventually do, one of em's still lost in it
Hoping I'm not next, but mama what you expect? I'm just a...

[Hook]

90's baby, product of my environment
Of the town I'm residing in, where the cops steady riding
And homicide ain't surprising, murder rate always climbing
Failure's never an option, all I know is "keep grinding", some...
90's babies, I grew up in the era where my parents ain't together
So we can't keep it together, so we really bout whatever
All we know is the ghetto, all we what is this cheddar
Mind on another level

[Verse 2]

I'm from that part of town where you come around and ain't shit scenic
You seeing it, would even make atheist say "Jesus"
You would believe that niggas 'round here ate fingers
The way they throwing up hand signs like they bulimics
Some ingenious, fiendish creatures, mama said
"Don't you ever let me catch you on the block with them heathens"!
The clouds grey, but only Levi know who Jean is
So if you die, ain't no coming back like Phoenix
That's impossible like Ethan Hawk, I walk my talk
Rosa Parks, nigga I am Black like she is
So Police-es, wanna beat me down and keep me down
Even if I get to pick where my seat is
Believe it's, "hard to maintain
A soulja life mentality", society coming after me
Hell wanna challenge me, but I'm God's masterpiece
So I lay down the grown work for generations coming after me, I'm a...

[Hook]

[Outro]

Yea, drop that shit Dylan