had to talk my shit to y'all
just respect it and be honored
that i'm standin' in your presence
we ain't promised tomorrow
i grew up in a single household
my cousin was a dickhead tryin' to punk me
my other cousin got bodied cause of a stupid color
my projects is a live set
but even the 'bout it niggas fear
pickin' up pace in the hood and i hurry to where
same faces in front of it
same 40 and same blunt is lit
same couple of schemes to get a hundred quick
scheme on who they runnin' with
never wait to get shot at to shoot
no one to tell i'm plummeted to a fuckin' abyss
them drug dealers at my door again
my mom's meetin' 'em in the hall again
i swear when i grow up i'm killin' all of them
man that shouldn't be your thoughts after 10
but that's the life that i was brought up in
walkin' through the livin' room
like don't you be just like the rest of them