Yeah, I ain't got nowhere, still thuggin' in the hood
Doin' what I do, homie, it's all good
I'ma keep reppin' until I'm deceased
Even then you hear my record bumpin' in the streets
Label me a juvenile, a problem child
Growin' up on the streets is wild, and everybody know
Punk, bitch, straight, snitches get no love
Show em' all, 4-5, put holes in your pro club
Smoke up and do what I do best
*** the microphone and spit like two techs
Get * for the streets, they sayin' it's hot
Say they like the way I bust it and they give me props
I'm fresh off the block
So they can see why I rock mics like a rock
White teeth and blue Levi's
Chillin' in the hood and you know I'm straight posted
Gettin' all high, yeah, we smokin' on that pole
Run the block where they pop shots, slayin' them thangs
Those spots on every block and the gangsters hang
Rollin' with a 4-5, motherfuckers know I
Put it when I stroke by, homie, that ain't no lie
Run the block where they pop shots, slayin' them thangs
Those spots on every block and the gangsters hang
Yeah, same, * 5-0, * em' all, die slow
Smokin' on that hydro, *, they got my eyes
Yeah, I spit it when I feel it, I'm sick with it
Split the tower, kick it, listen and get with it
Full set trippin', they gon' hear my text spittin'
Payin' cause my wrist and my neck glisten
Flippin' money, I get mine, can't start with the streets
Hit the blunt and get high, spit raw on this bitch
Since the days of juvenile, lockdown facilities
Heard my rep and my street credibility
Hangin' on the block when my record don't sell
Back to lowly clip with a glove, no fingerprints on the shelves
In homicide, don't know who's involved
Givin' some time, they waitin' for me
Where the heat's too far, the task force raise the spot
Take the gauges, AKs and Glocks, leave us naked on the block
The heat is on, some can take it on the block
I stand strong, some can make it on the block
Run the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Those spots on every block and the gangsters hang
Rollin' with a 4-5, motherfuckers know I'm with it when I stroll by
Homie, that ain't no lie
Run the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Those spots on every block and the gangsters hang
Yeah, same, * 5-0, * em' all, die slow
Fuckin' on that hydro, *, they got my eyes glued
The essence of a child with a wild-eyed, a lesson in your presence
I come in and spit it up on the record, the streets gave me game
So now I'ma use it, late night, blunted in the studio
Makin' music, gotta make moves, I'm on the grind for riches
In time, there's money, so ain't got time for bitches
I'm still bumpin' on the low, these rap deals ain't paying
Got me flyin' on hit and let's * em' and start stayin'
So I stay high, smokin' that bomb sticky
You suckers ain't on my level, you wish you could * with me
Comin' for my broken home, family of OGs
Low-life parolees and strong-eyed dolphins
We really, really rare on these streets
Where we from, where we tryin' to survive
Gotta pack your gun, so I'm stayin' on point
I can't be caught slippin' and they ain't gon' stop
Till I finish my mission
Run the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Those spots on every block and the gangsters hang
Rollin' with a .45, motherfuckers go high
Tell you when I stole five, homie, that ain't no lie
Run the block where they pop shots, slang them thangs
Those spots on every block and the gangsters hang
Yeah, same, * 5-0, * em' all, die slow
Smokin' all that hydro *, they got my eyes low