Modern Day Songtext
von Jeezy
Modern Day Songtext
Woo, yeah
(Cannon, Cannon)
(Being Black nigga is just like a modern day crime)
(Mo-mo-mo-modern day crime)
They say I fell off, I bounced back
I got it in me
Hustle fully automatic, dawg, don′t do no semi
Seven day grind theory, dawg hustle-viili
That's why I got that "Thug motivation" ′cross my belly
You confusing me with them, dawg, must be a mix up
Lots to celebrate, yeah, pour me up a big cup
Nigga, I ain't dead, I ain't in the penitentiary
All the shit I did, yeah, I coulda did a century
Nigga, I was plotting on this in elementary
Third period holding my vision pockets empty (damn)
Please don′t tell me I can′t do it, that would tempt me
What you know about adversity? I tell 'em plenty (let′s go)
All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave
Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave
Real estate nigga, that′s a modern day flex
Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check (let′s go)
Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind
Being Black, nigga, that's a modern day crime
If he got a badge that′s an modern day opp
Motivation ′cross my belly like a modern day Pac
A soldier dies one time, coward dies a million
Came back reincarnated, what a feeling?
Forever I'm immortal, now you can′t kill my spirit
Why they always hating on your name? 'Cause they fear it
Gave them all of me like John, I′m a legend
Word to Bush drug war, nigga, I'm a veteran
Post dramatic stress from the pain, I need some morphine
Cash rules everything around me, need some more cream
If I die tonight, wonder if heaven got a Ghetto
Me and my girlfriend on brown liquor getting mellow
Sipping brown, blowing green, yeah that thug passion
Y′all thought that I was done done, that's all a thug asking
All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave
Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave (what′s up?)
Real estate nigga, that′s a modern day flex
Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check (let′s go)
Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind
Being Black, nigga, that′s a modern day crime (yeah)
If he got a badge that's an modern day opp
Motivation ′cross my belly like a modern day Pac
(All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave)
(Like-like, like a modern day slave)
(Being Black, nigga, is like a modern day crime)
(Modern, mo-mo-modern day crime)
(Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind)
(Mo-mo-modern day grind)
(Being Black, nigga, is like a modern day crime)
(I'm like a modern day Pac)
(Cannon, Cannon)
(Being Black nigga is just like a modern day crime)
(Mo-mo-mo-modern day crime)
They say I fell off, I bounced back
I got it in me
Hustle fully automatic, dawg, don′t do no semi
Seven day grind theory, dawg hustle-viili
That's why I got that "Thug motivation" ′cross my belly
You confusing me with them, dawg, must be a mix up
Lots to celebrate, yeah, pour me up a big cup
Nigga, I ain't dead, I ain't in the penitentiary
All the shit I did, yeah, I coulda did a century
Nigga, I was plotting on this in elementary
Third period holding my vision pockets empty (damn)
Please don′t tell me I can′t do it, that would tempt me
What you know about adversity? I tell 'em plenty (let′s go)
All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave
Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave
Real estate nigga, that′s a modern day flex
Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check (let′s go)
Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind
Being Black, nigga, that's a modern day crime
If he got a badge that′s an modern day opp
Motivation ′cross my belly like a modern day Pac
A soldier dies one time, coward dies a million
Came back reincarnated, what a feeling?
Forever I'm immortal, now you can′t kill my spirit
Why they always hating on your name? 'Cause they fear it
Gave them all of me like John, I′m a legend
Word to Bush drug war, nigga, I'm a veteran
Post dramatic stress from the pain, I need some morphine
Cash rules everything around me, need some more cream
If I die tonight, wonder if heaven got a Ghetto
Me and my girlfriend on brown liquor getting mellow
Sipping brown, blowing green, yeah that thug passion
Y′all thought that I was done done, that's all a thug asking
All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave
Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave (what′s up?)
Real estate nigga, that′s a modern day flex
Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check (let′s go)
Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind
Being Black, nigga, that′s a modern day crime (yeah)
If he got a badge that's an modern day opp
Motivation ′cross my belly like a modern day Pac
(All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave)
(Like-like, like a modern day slave)
(Being Black, nigga, is like a modern day crime)
(Modern, mo-mo-modern day crime)
(Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind)
(Mo-mo-modern day grind)
(Being Black, nigga, is like a modern day crime)
(I'm like a modern day Pac)
Writer(s): Don Cannon, Jay W. Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com