(Hook)
Generation Y
$#&@ 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
^!$$%s 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 %#@! '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 ^!$$%s 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 #~!!@

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
$#&@in' 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 ^!$$%'s house
Played 2k and talked %#@!
'Bout (*##$es 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


(Hook)


(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 %#@! but hoes and tricks
So I tell the world to suck my dick
Two wars plus one recession
Plus some ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s that we gotta get paid
But if you got no diploma, you turn us away

Me and my ^!$$%s !@$(s
$#&@ what y'all done heard
$#&@ your whole life
Your TV and your concern
We live in real life

Mobb Deep and Soul Train
No sleep for ^!$$%s like me, thats on they grind

(Hook)