No for the most, well, yeah
we used to play ball in the sandlot
This was back when black girl
was throwing party with the keys
we was grinding for the cheese
so I started selling weed
shit you probably won't believe
Rhyme 95 with the Roke and the cock
Steel in the hood, no bluff with the Rallo
If rap don't work, I got Roke in the top
Homie, life real when you
and she ain't close with my brothers
I was just 17, meat cheddar and tutter
Ain't no Jesus gon' save us,
gotta look out for each other
and the streets start on my buzzer
Role model show me the game,
White girl like OJ, I took the gloves off
Keep my face out the mud,
my thongs free out the pound
Make my way through the struggle,
the only peace can be found
They gentrifying the hood,
but we ain't leaving the town
We the money in the world
can't amount to what I lost
Lot of tears I ain't shed in a while
now my head in the clouds
Living in this world left me scared for my child
I got fam locked up in a Fazzy and Chelsea
So the whole hood changed
Lost Mel, lost Hen and we lost Rob
I saw the whole block fall
My dog got a elbow, life ain't fetto
His daughter 15 with a baby in the ghetto
Built the case on them ace,
but they ain't knock to say hello
when you ridin' in that new Roo
See how they clip nip shit,
tell me what would you do
Rolled for his gang and got left in his soup
all the real soldiers that
Yeah, look, I was raised up
Real fat rap nigga, nothing made up
Shit, I'm just trying to do it big like me
But glad I was saved by the bell like Screech,
Shootouts and street fights,
E an d E on every corner,
B and E, me and Cap got your back though
with Big C and the Black Ghost
I done seen it all, glad I done grew up
Fell from that spotlight,
just in case I gotta suit up
Best in my city, niggas mad, I done blew up
I mean everyday people be askin' me like
Why D, why you ain't sign
Why you ain't sign with Birdman and
She did some courses I just
Coming from where I come from
All this shit wasn't supposed to