Clap On Young Blood

Uh, yeah, uh

I think about, catching clout will that change my route
I have not a doubt about the line that I scout
But will it make me tout my lane to pull out
Never been a sellout, see my mind is like a layout

I take the pieces, bout with my gout, then I lace em up
Nothing much, but I rush, so I'm not runner-up
It's like instilled in me is moronic complexity
A contradictory need, illogical recipe

I'm in the city now but trust me I see many cows
A lot of foul bodies housed with trust endows
A lot of fake women got trendy eyebrows
A lot I take makes me want to shit out my bowels

I look at life by the blessings it gives
Through every little trip and every punch to the ribs
Through every little kneel up on the playing field
I wiggle like an eel cause I don't want a shield

I still want to feel everything just like your putty
Get down dirty and get up without a hurry
So you never see me in the sky falling like a flurry
But I'll still coat the town with my big dick fury

Always in a hurry but it never made me blurry
My vision is clear and you envision my story
While all these other niggas out here spitting so slurry
Don't know what they got into, but they enjoying the journey, uh

Clap on young blood, clap on
Keep it ethical so you can do no wrong
Start with your morals and pursue your dreams
Heart is telling you so go ahead and let it sing

When I was growing up music was all about the bling
But really it was all about getting out your dreams
And now that I have four champion sized rings
I'll tell you they don't make me king, let me tell you what they mean

I look at them and see memories of hard work
I smirk knowing then that I would grow out of the dirt
My shirt, Omushana presents my dream birthed
Use me as an example cause I know I did it first, uh

Uh, yeah

It's not a curse that you're living the worst
Systemic inequalities perpetuate the thirst
For basic human rights, but instead we have to fight
So now I have to fly, to show that, my sight is right

I got to show the whole damn world that shit is wack
The color of my dark black skin never been a faction
We used to be fractions, three fifths compromising
It's been long since then, we never stopped rising

I see all of us as kin made from the shin
But then, for some odd reason, rivalry birthed within
To cut us off all apart, as if we don't wear the same
Shoes, clothes, and within, the blood of men built-in

Women are so unequal and history is a sequel
So now I'm making a prequel and all the haters are fecal
I see you peekin in this life and then I see you grin
So put your hate in the bin, let's do some real livin

Clap on young blood, clap on
Keep it ethical so you can do no wrong
Start with your morals and pursue your dreams
Heart is telling you so go ahead and let it sing

When I was growing up music was all about the bling
But really it was all about getting out your dreams
And now that I have four champion sized rings
I'll tell you they don't make me king, let me tell you what they mean

I look at them and see memories of hard work
I smirk knowing then that I would grow out of the dirt
My shirt, Omushana presents my dream birthed
Use me as an example cause I know I did it first, uh

Cause I know I did it first (yeah)
Cause I know I did it first
Use me as an example cause I know I did it first, uh

Heard that, yeah
It's not a curse that you're living the worst



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Writer(s): Garland Smith
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