Page 37 Vinnie Dewayne

[Produced by I.P.]

[Verse 1: Vinnie Dewayne]
Yeah... 3700 block... Woosley Ave
My vision gettin' clouded on this North Side shit
The homie house got shot up where he tryna raise his kids
In the vill, yellow tape wrapped around where they play
Basketballs in the net, bullets all in they neck
Put a hole in a nigga, dig a hole in the earth
Before your bro is on a shirt, you return the pain first
It ain't ever gon change, it's deep rooted im seeing
These niggas are running off pride "let me build my rank up before I die"
Let him show his older homies he ain't the nigga to try
Most times, see they enemies and shoot into the sky
I can tell when a nigga tryna fit into a crowd
Rather then being built for that lifestyle
You can't reach your pops, you can't reach the school
Smokin at the bus stop, tellin niggas bout your tools
Your fam don't see you, and love don't see you
Take another niggas life, pray the judge don't see you... Understood

[Hook: Vinnie Dewayne]
Turn to page 37, it was written for a nigga not to blow
This is page 37, catch a body broad day they'll never know
Turn to page 37, it was written for a nigga not to blow
This is page 37, cops guilty and the judge will never know