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Ty Dolla Sign - Young Black Male Lyrics

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
This is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail
Whyoooo, oh-oh
Whyoooo, oh-oh
Said this is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail
Whyoooo, oh-oh
Whyoooo oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1: Mibbs]
This is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail
I don't sell no crack, I don't stand on no corner
Got my life in order, no wife, no daughter
No house that I own, but the house I call home
Is my mama's with a couch that pulls out when it's on
And I still do my thang though, life ain't a game, yo
Still on a search for that gold under the rainbow
Back in high school, I used to have a nice game, yo
Now I work at a grocery store stocking Drano
Dang, yo, damn, yo, little black Sambo
My boss is gonna make me flip out, like Rambo
But I can't though, gotta set the right example
For these other young black males 'cause I'm the mantle
I'm the mantle, but if I think about it
300 years ago, I would've been in shackles
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
This is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail
Whyoooo, oh-oh
Whyoooo, oh-oh
Said this is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail
Whyoooo, oh-oh
Whyoooo oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: BeYoung]
Watch cops pull us over
High beaming lights, they gon pull us to the shoulder
Tryna meet a quota
Hem you up, vultures
No sudden moves, they gon say you got explosives
Damn, these niggas bogus
I'm dippin in the Focus
Got my check, tryna hit the bank 'fore they closing
Young black males always seem to fit the culprit
Make a U-turn, 10-4 and they on it
Have you on the most wanted
They call it all a mix-up
When its time to go home, and they shift's up
Now I'm 30 minutes late, tryna pick my chick up
Didn't even get to see LeBron light them Knicks up
That's some shit, huh?
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
This is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail
Whyoooo, oh-oh
Whyoooo, oh-oh
Said this is the story of a young black male
Tryna dodge the cemetery and the overpacked jail
Whyoooo, oh-oh
Whyoooo oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 3: Like]
Mannnn, I can't figure this out
My car payments due soon, so is rent for the house
And I can't miss this month or they'll be kickin' me out
My landlord ain't hearing me out, I'm on my own
'Bout time tho, I used to get on mama's last nerves
I ain't tryna wrap burgers, mom, I'm tryna rap words
I ain't tryna get murdered, I ain't tryna stack furs
I ain't tryna grab yo ass, girl, I'm tryna grab hers (Oops)
Sorry, got sidetracked, let me get to my rap
Let me show you devils where my mind's at, rewind that
Let me show you devils where my mind's at, since I'm black
I either go to jail, cemetery, or to Iraq
Hmm, I don't buy that, you package it, they try that
The same old circle in the hood, turning right back
Flip it around, you wouldn't want that hell
But that's the story of a young black male, you sell, oh well