Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Boy, artist - Young Greatness. Date of issue: 31.12.2015
Song language: English
Black Boy |
| Every nigga from that seven |
| Grind like they gotta win |
| They say my name even when that gang grind |
| Bitch I’m from the gutter I deserve to shine |
| At long nights thinking shooting with a K |
| This shit fucked up my city crying everyday |
| Young black boy he wanna run like Ricky Waters |
| But he dead broke on the block and he selling quarters |
| Man what would you do if your grandma didn’t have money to pay the cable |
| Ever see your best friend die right in front you |
| Ever seen his baby momma cry right in front you |
| Heard of yall december walk |
| Full scholarships |
| Man that’s kinda fucked up |
| Hood politics |
| It’s cold in my city streets |
| It’s cold in my city streets |
| Man |
| If you open your eyes then you could see that he grinds so hard |
| He hung out in the block every night but he still had dreams |
| For the love of the money |
| For the love of the money |
| He lost everything |
| He had a vision |
| Running all them dime plays |
| But he got fucked up trapping in them hallways |
| Everyday he prayed to make it out |
| But he had to choose a hustle route |
| Dirty sox dirty drawers he wants some new shit |
| So he stayed on that block having long nights |
| Caught his first body |
| Couple shoot outs |
| Counted bout twenty bands in his shoebox |
| And the homie was so cold but we’ll never know |
| All they got is his blood on the city streets |
| A couple tatted bass where he laid at |
| A lonely cold blanket where they prayed at |
| It’s fucked up cause everybody we love they gotta take from us |
| And everybody we trust they take our breath from us |
| Black ballers from the seven with a heart of passion |
| Then they stole all his dreams for the love of trappin |
| Jail due nigga |
| If your chasing your dream |
| Nigga your grandma lights cut off nigga |
| You ain’t never seventeen |
| If you open your eyes then you could see that he grinds so hard |
| He hung up on the block every night but he still had dreams |
| For the love of the money |
| For the love of the money |
| He lost everything |