Pac Div - Young Black Male lyrics

[Hook: x2] This is the story of a young black male Tryna dodge the cemetery and the over packed 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 over packed 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 its on And I still do my thang yo, 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 draino Dang yo, damn yo Little black sand boat 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 [Hook x2] [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 n***as bogus I'm dippin in the focus Got my check, tryna hit the bank for the close it 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 Call it all a mix up When its time to go home, and they shifts 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 sh** huh? [Hook x2] [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 nerve I ain't tryna wrap burgers ma, I'm tryna rap words I ain't tryna get murdered, I ain't tryna stack furs I ain't tryna grab yo a** girl, I'm tryna grab hers (Oops) Sorry got sidetracked, let me get to my rap Let me show you that was my