bo jackson jersey

yeah

man

i remember being real young

just a young 14-year-old kid

throw on my vans and my bo jackson jersey

the block smokin'

i hope the lord has some mercy

these california corners are coroners

you get toe tagged

you heard me?

the four blast

you won't last in surgery

shit

think of the kids when i stroll past the nursery

why they gotta grow up just to see somebody show up?

shoot they bro up in broad day

no mask

just served it

you made it to your twenties

probably won't last to thirty

we thuggin'

we nowhere near peace

devil speakin' to us without the wireless earpiece

tellin' us not to fear beef

i'm layin' on jay's car

jay is bangin' some gang starr

bet you never saw crips c-walkin' to premier beats

walk into the house

see my cousin on the couch

pull a cartridge out a jammed hammer for ammo

my brother got a can of vano starchin' his bandana

arguin' with orlando from santana block about last night's laker game

now orlando's dead and it ain't the same

damn

why they take you

mane?

i take a shot of black cherry cisco so i could take the pain and swallow the whole bottle

fuck it

it's ghetto gatorade

that's for orlando

he was solid as hell

i got some homies that went to college as well

i got some homies that joined the foi seekin' knowledge of self

said we had problems

that allah could help

like obituaries all on our shelf

damn

my friends gettin' merked up

looked out the window

i seen little bobby skirtin' up

drivin' a cluckers work truck

gun up under his shirt

tucked

said he ready to kill

my nigga turnt up

yeah

i remember it like it was yesterday and shit

nigga was so hot that he got orlando

he was ready to kill everything movin'

shoot low or hit 'em high

you know?

shit crazy

man

shit crazy

life was simple before i got my first hundred racks

we was young and black

kids flippin' on a couple mats

no one hustled crack

shit

we was watchin' thundercats

no one bustin' gats then piecin' up on jumbo jacks at jack in the crack

pour sauce on the fake tacos

we ate nachos

cheese drip on my gray lotto

as time passed

shit got deeper than lake tahoe

we put enough weight in the street to create potholes

death told us early retirement's a requirement

but i ain't buyin' it 'cause my mind'll just think outside of this violent environment

i'm inspired in spite of it

my dreams so big

i could fit yours inside of it

might have lived terribly but now i'm seekin' clarity

givin' back to charity 'cause charity's my therapy

you rappers all parodies

repeatin' like some parakeets

my bars harder than tar

time to repair the streets

yeah

it's time to take the streets back

you know?

now i don't like this energy i'm feelin' out here

niggas ain't tellin' the whole story

just half of it

glorifying the shit

we got homeboys dead

homeboys locked up for life

time to take back the streets with this rap shit

nah'mean?

i got the horseshoe in here

sauce the boss in here

you know what i mean? family bvsiness

shoutout kyle

what's happenin'

man?

salt lake city

what up?

all my worldwide c-o-bs

what up my cob?

i see all y'all motherfuckers next week

my nigga dizz

my nigga dizz

hahahahaha

classic

ayy yo

nate

let's get out of here