M.A.C.A.

Album: Make America Crip Again (2017)
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  • Ay young world, the world is yours
    Ay young world, the world is yours
    Young world, young world
    The world is yours
    Young world, the world is yours
    The world is yours
    The world is yours
    The world is yours

    As I look around I see so many millionaires
    With skin like mine, don't pretend like I'm
    With that bullshit your president been tweeting
    Them black boys is balling out, the whole block been eating
    You punk pigs we calling out
    I'ma line y'all on up
    Then start my own league, I'ma sign y'all on up
    I'm thinking who my heroes be, thank God for the Negro League
    Colin Kaepernick was black balled, ah, nigga please
    This still America with three K's, believe that shit
    The world is yours my nigga, so go and see that bitch
    Every chance you get, hit that lick and get that shit
    Put your name down and your thang down
    We gon' Make America Crip Again

    Ay young world, the world is yours
    Ay young world, the world is yours
    Young world, young world
    The world is yours
    Young world, the world is yours
    The world is yours
    The world is yours
    The world is yours

    Don't ya look strange
    Having all that power but you won't make change
    But don't trip, we Crip and we gang up too
    And if I do a count, I'm sure we got more guns than you
    Now just imagine if we stop shooting our own kind
    I'm a Crip with no color lines, that mean I'm colorblind
    I learned that, turnt that, Willie Lynch, burnt that
    G status, earned that
    Now that I'm your OG, it's my job to teach you
    Show you, look out, reach you
    Every chance you get, hit that lick and get that shit
    And put your name down and your thang down
    We gon' Make America Crip Again

    Ay young world, the world is yours
    Ay young world, the world is yours
    Young world, young world
    The world is yours
    Young world, the world is yours
    The world is yours
    The world is yours
    The world is yours

    ("You know what? We like to party
    We like to party, we like to party
    You know what? Yo, peep this, we like to party") Writer/s: Calvin Broadus, WRITERS UNKNOWN
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