Caleborate - Youth In Revolt lyrics

You can't sit me down You can't take me out, no Wish I had some money just to take you out though I woke up and I ain't feel like livin' I feel like giving you all the look inside my life as I always do Gotta get it perfect like it's autotune When you chase a dream you gotta change where you walkin' to Gotta stay hungry like you want some food, lost it And had to wait to get home to eat Lately I've been writing songs late just to drink Lately I've been thinking that I'm gonna drop the ball like DeSean Jack right before I reach my goal and everybody say "man we knew he couldn't hack it" "He couldn't do that sh**, he so co*ky, and he said he would put The Bay on, but instead he just faded" I used to look up to local legends but they never really made it I guess I've been blessed with a story to tell Instead of in the studio they probably want me in jail A young black male, a black hoodie on with the tight jeans And a microphone talkin' 'bout some nice things Walkin' on stage like I own that mothaf**a' I be on ten like the only mothaf**a' with a dime in my pocket You can keep your two cents [Chorus] Hey pop can you call back? I think I might have lost my sh** I'm in the world broke as f** Smokin' cigs having dreams for my old chick I think I'm really 'bout to make it And I ain't think that it would happen I'm on stage with a crowd full of people And everybody here screamin' I just wanna get rich I just wanna f** your b**h I like them J's, homie run that sh** I like that chain, homie run that sh** I just wanna get rich, homie, f** that b**h I just wanna get rich I just wanna f** your b**h I like them J's, homie run that sh** I like that chain, homie run that sh** I just wanna get rich, homie, f** that b**h Get rich I just wanna f** your b**h I like them J's, homie run that sh** I like that chain, homie run that sh** I just wanna get rich, homie Yeah You think that'll get me on the radio? It sound ignorant enough don't it? It sound like some sh** n***as would tweet right after he talk about how black lives is important Important, imported, everything I pour it all into my music Take a sip and you can use it Use it for all of the n***as who ain't see me So when they hear me and panic 'cause they ain't never reacted to real rappin', uh My daddy far away Live in Atlanta, uh My mommy in The Bay But I ain't seen her, uh Maybe it's because I'm focused on selling these records Startin' a business and becoming what I hear in these songs And I done had to cut a few people off If they can't see your vision they can't live up in your loft Hard to see like two africans standing in the dark Not everybody meant to make it, man, this sh** is hard But I still got bills like Cartwright These songs might get me out of debt and let my momma know I'm alright Let my brother know his baby bro is not a f** up He just wanted dough and wanted more than a diploma Let my daddy know I booked a show in Arizona Got them white folks comin' out payin' they reparations Except for Ian, man hes okay, and Max too They black anyway, they hussle hard like they some black dudes [Chorus] Hey pop can you call back? I think I might have lost my sh** I'm in the world broke as f** Smokin' cigs having dreams for my old chick I think I'm really 'bout to make it And I ain't think that it would happen I'm on stage with a crowd full of people And everybody here screamin' I just wanna get rich I just wanna f** your b**h I like them J's, homie run that sh** I like that chain, homie run that sh** I just wanna get rich, homie, f** that b**h I just wanna get rich I just wanna f** your b**h I like them J's, homie, run that sh** I like that chain, homie, run that sh** I just wanna get rich, homie, f** that b**h Get rich I just wanna f** your b**h I like them J's, homie, run that sh** I like that chain, homie, run that sh** I just wanna get rich, homie