[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Growin' up, I was a knucklehead
"Boy, you never listen to me," that's what my mama said
I'm from the projects, I ain't never had shit
Me and my older brother, we had to share a mattress
No heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit
My daddy left me at eight, in and out my life and shit
Gangbangers, dope dealers replaced my father
Neighborhood hustlers taught me to get them dollars
That's when I became a problem, product of my environment
It's hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman
When you constantly seein' that G ride tires screechin'
And them shots firin' all the time, it happens frequently
The hood inspired him to be a G
I bled for the game, did it all for the letter B
The big homie gave me the name Jay Rock
This ain't no rap gimmick, this a real live story of Watts livin', nigga

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
You can take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out me
And that's the way that it will forever be
And I can't help it, I'm gutter
Why should I change now
When all my life I been gangbanged out?
That project shit run deep in my veins now
And I can't help it
Oh, my Lord knows that I can't help it
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