The Boy Lyrics

What if every year of your life was told you would be great

But you ain't know for what, break a leg 'till your knee break

Doin' shit, runnin' circles round your mind

Everyday, boy

And don't you dare stop until I say it's time

On some Nat King Cole shit, that's how it goes

Artists be knocking each other down like dominoes

Sayin' "he this" or "he that" but "not this" and "not that"

But they ain't ever spend some time tryna build each other up

Prophecy state that a young nigga would change that

My path laid out like it follow a train track

Been told since the old, recorded on tape deck

World changed, granddad woulda heard it on a phonograph

Thrice great uncle wasn't even in a photograph

Fuckin' property to some bum ass old white man

It ain't changed, we still brought up under rich men

Gotta work until we nothing, ain't that something

It's either corporate or communist, and either way it's nothing

And I don't fuck with that

You have good luck with that

I'll make my own up in the middle, how we runnin' that

You see New Zealand and Sweden and shit

How come the big, great America ain't defeatin' it

We still got issues on every side of the spectrum

Even shit that shouldn't be debatable, like givin' kids some breadcrumbs

It ain't even cost nothin', compared to what we spendin' on bombs and planes

And things to kill people in another place

We could take on the entire world and then some

At what point do we gotta scream redruM

But we can't even beat some idiots hiding up in some mountains

The fucking Taliban back in charge, blood fountains

As we leaving' Kabul, friends surroundin'

And we ain't even hold up on our promise to house 'em

Well they dead now

Turn around, get your bread now

You can go and put your head down

It's a wrap now

We stuck with this

The fuck with this

The old generation finna die and say "good luck with this"

Yet they thinkin' we entitled for demanding shit

Luxuries like medicine and water

Stuff you need when you're dying on a sinking ship

And they wonder why we've no faith in their Allah

No God could help us, we on our own when the Devil run the parties

And because of that, we cannot roll, we gotta stop where we starting