Believe me, you won't get to repeat
TV, we struggle in the sea
You can feel the heat like the summer
Cops on the beat like a drummer
Lift you off your feet, don't slumber
They want ya, run amok on ya
You better kick the swing like
Runners, gunners, all about the green
Buzzing, troubling, fuzz ain't coming
The dealers ain't budging
They standin' on the corners like,
New shit, uh, it's like that
Y 'all niggas don't know, uh
Yeah, one thing about the streets,
It's all about the dollars and
And they hustle only way they
take something that's pretty
Turn the gritty then end the whole era
This place used to have soul,
Shots roll, and smoking like it's hot coal
Just to keep it not swole
In this game full of players,
What position you playin' at 2 a
Schemin' and dreamin' bout
pushin' somethin' foreign
Are you the kid with no pops,
Doin' the bid for your props
The curtain closes, all because of beef
Of single mothers, thugs,
Full of metal slugs, drugs,
And it's hard for you to breathe
The hood tryna take us under
And question everything that we believe
They say we won't achieve,
Where we from, 12 feet corner,
this what you call a slum, don't we?
Still bangin' at your jeep, nigga
Yeah, 2000B .R., how we like it?
Y 'all niggas don't know, uh
Y 'all about to bear witness