[K-Rino]
I was born in the land of the shiest
The place where motherfuckers steal a piece of bubblegum and get life
Cops shoot to kill, they don’t love me
Kick the door down, asking questions but my mama lied for me
Had a partner who was selling bad crack
I’m staying at his crib around the time when the killers tried to pay him back
Busted in, charging fools up, tried to get him
I ain’t never sold no dope but I’m in it ‘cause I’m wit' him
He ain’t there, so I’m knowing that it’s doom
His little brother sleeping in the room, never woke up all you heard was BOOM
Is this the final stage for me?
I’m witnessing his son facing a pistol for the first time at the age of three
“Woah, please player let us make it
All I got it 20 dollars and a pack of gunpowder, take it”
But they ain’t faking and a flash shot proceeded
Finally made the front page but I didn’t live to read it
[Hook]
Welcome to the place where the killers hang
Shoot a motherfucker like it ain’t no thang
Brothers selling dope, suckers running game
Cops hating black folk and taking aim
[K-Rino]
I’m on the metro ain’t got no ride so I’m standing in heat
Warm up pants, hood out, Nikes on my feet
My homie rode up asked me which way I’m going
Told me to hop inside, “What up fool, you still flowing?”
We shot the breeze, laid back chilling in the drop
He said, “Hold up, wanna rush? I need to make a stop”
I said, “It’s cool” so we head to other side of town
My boy got out, gave me the keys, said, "Turn the car around"
I’m sitting down about five or ten minutes passed
He ran out wearing a mask screaming, “Hit the gas!”
I’m tearing ass at the same time, tryna think
I seen some cats, damn this motherfucker robbed a bank
I was shaking, he was laughing when he looked at me
Said, “Wait inhaling, boy” and quickly broke me off a G
That’s when the HPD blasting so we blasting back
He met the graveyard but I’m meeting twenty flat
I was born in the land of the shiest
The place where motherfuckers steal a piece of bubblegum and get life
Cops shoot to kill, they don’t love me
Kick the door down, asking questions but my mama lied for me
Had a partner who was selling bad crack
I’m staying at his crib around the time when the killers tried to pay him back
Busted in, charging fools up, tried to get him
I ain’t never sold no dope but I’m in it ‘cause I’m wit' him
He ain’t there, so I’m knowing that it’s doom
His little brother sleeping in the room, never woke up all you heard was BOOM
Is this the final stage for me?
I’m witnessing his son facing a pistol for the first time at the age of three
“Woah, please player let us make it
All I got it 20 dollars and a pack of gunpowder, take it”
But they ain’t faking and a flash shot proceeded
Finally made the front page but I didn’t live to read it
[Hook]
Welcome to the place where the killers hang
Shoot a motherfucker like it ain’t no thang
Brothers selling dope, suckers running game
Cops hating black folk and taking aim
[K-Rino]
I’m on the metro ain’t got no ride so I’m standing in heat
Warm up pants, hood out, Nikes on my feet
My homie rode up asked me which way I’m going
Told me to hop inside, “What up fool, you still flowing?”
We shot the breeze, laid back chilling in the drop
He said, “Hold up, wanna rush? I need to make a stop”
I said, “It’s cool” so we head to other side of town
My boy got out, gave me the keys, said, "Turn the car around"
I’m sitting down about five or ten minutes passed
He ran out wearing a mask screaming, “Hit the gas!”
I’m tearing ass at the same time, tryna think
I seen some cats, damn this motherfucker robbed a bank
I was shaking, he was laughing when he looked at me
Said, “Wait inhaling, boy” and quickly broke me off a G
That’s when the HPD blasting so we blasting back
He met the graveyard but I’m meeting twenty flat
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