[Verse 1]
Yo, everyday I'd watch the older dudes pitch in a corner, with smoked blunts then walked by and catch a whif of the odor
Empty henny bottles broken, they don't mix it with soda
'Cause when I'm from we went to war and every kid was a soldier
Grew up with the wrong crowd, boxcutters in our pockets
Fuck around and we make sure you get it first like a deposit, it wasn't worth it, we was stompin' with a thirst for gainin' profit
Every person on my block was either servant or were aren't, we then go by our own rules that we made ourselfs.., and heaven never existed 'cause we make up in hell
Those rap videos taught me that we still had a chance to make it, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls and Mac Dre on every playlist
School was a distraction from the reality around us, it was actually astounding that it had to be the outcome
If you are white then you are shady, if you black then you are malcolm
The young dudes could get you weed
The OGs were sellin' hours
[Chorus]
See where I'm from you can wind up dead, with
That's right and that's why all I'm tryna say is
You should get your Smith&Wesson
Because
I'm where the money always dirty and needles never sterile
We were
On the bad side of town, the other side had it better, that was
[Verse 2]
See, that's the thing about these streets you could get caught up quick, you can get hitted with a stray bullet when that shotgun spit
Yo, I've seen kids at sixteen doin' some get-by shit, the pop-pop and they get gut inside that heartbox whip, that life style could consume you
The money you get used to, always dirty, so you searchin' for a purpose like a fool, your pockets kinda thick and the girls be fuckin' with you, but it's only 'cause they drawn toward the money, that's an issue
The people that you thought were your homies will start to diss you, so you think you better to walk around packin' pistol
Cats befriend you just to get a small taste of how you livin', but they weren't when you were cookin' base inside the kitchen
It's the fucked up world, but that's the one that we live in
You can get caught and go to jail and get out on condition
That's the system, though, they want to believe you the man, so if you smart then I suggest that you just leave while you can
It's real shit
Yo, everyday I'd watch the older dudes pitch in a corner, with smoked blunts then walked by and catch a whif of the odor
Empty henny bottles broken, they don't mix it with soda
'Cause when I'm from we went to war and every kid was a soldier
Grew up with the wrong crowd, boxcutters in our pockets
Fuck around and we make sure you get it first like a deposit, it wasn't worth it, we was stompin' with a thirst for gainin' profit
Every person on my block was either servant or were aren't, we then go by our own rules that we made ourselfs.., and heaven never existed 'cause we make up in hell
Those rap videos taught me that we still had a chance to make it, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls and Mac Dre on every playlist
School was a distraction from the reality around us, it was actually astounding that it had to be the outcome
If you are white then you are shady, if you black then you are malcolm
The young dudes could get you weed
The OGs were sellin' hours
[Chorus]
See where I'm from you can wind up dead, with
That's right and that's why all I'm tryna say is
You should get your Smith&Wesson
Because
I'm where the money always dirty and needles never sterile
We were
On the bad side of town, the other side had it better, that was
[Verse 2]
See, that's the thing about these streets you could get caught up quick, you can get hitted with a stray bullet when that shotgun spit
Yo, I've seen kids at sixteen doin' some get-by shit, the pop-pop and they get gut inside that heartbox whip, that life style could consume you
The money you get used to, always dirty, so you searchin' for a purpose like a fool, your pockets kinda thick and the girls be fuckin' with you, but it's only 'cause they drawn toward the money, that's an issue
The people that you thought were your homies will start to diss you, so you think you better to walk around packin' pistol
Cats befriend you just to get a small taste of how you livin', but they weren't when you were cookin' base inside the kitchen
It's the fucked up world, but that's the one that we live in
You can get caught and go to jail and get out on condition
That's the system, though, they want to believe you the man, so if you smart then I suggest that you just leave while you can
It's real shit
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