Youth In Revolt - Caleborate

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 bought 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 shit, he so cocky, 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 mothafucka'

I be on ten like the only mothafucka' with a dime in my pocket

You can keep your two cents

Hey pop can you call back?

I think I might have lost my shit

I’m in the world broke as fuck

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 fuck your bitch

I like them J’s, homie run that shit

I like that chain, homie run that shit

I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch

I just wanna get rich

I just wanna fuck your bitch

I like them J’s, homie run that shit

I like that chain, homie run that shit

I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch

Get rich

I just wanna fuck your bitch

I like them J’s, homie run that shit

I like that chain, homie run that shit

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 shit niggas 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 niggas 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 shit 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 fuck 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

Hey pop can you call back?

I think I might have lost my shit

I’m in the world broke as fuck

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 fuck your bitch

I like them J’s, homie run that shit

I like that chain, homie run that shit

I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch

I just wanna get rich

I just wanna fuck your bitch

I like them J’s, homie, run that shit

I like that chain, homie, run that shit

I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch

Get rich

I just wanna fuck your bitch

I like them J’s, homie, run that shit

I like that chain, homie, run that shit

I just wanna get rich, homie