Can your hood stand the test of time?
Do you lose when you tread the line?
Cause on the streets we talkin' bout we G's But then they lock us in the pen, throw away the keys
And yo, I'm back on the block, lo.
Dead time for trying to stack a problem, not low.
Now I'm out and it's not the same.
In the middle of the streets trying to peep the game, the homies came.
And I'm in awe at the switch up.
Look across the street, see this chick we used to mix up.
Walk over when she tells me leave because her husband's kind of mean.
He ain't letting her breathing down.
Leave the hood and a strange thing happens, homie.
Lokes move and the gears keep stacking, homie.
And it's still life standing still But on the streets it flies by like it feels unreal
you lose a lot when you're doing time never think you get caught when you tread the line yeah the hood's still good but it trips my mind cause everybody that I'm seeing ain't a friend of mine stay straight
Trying to make a better way.
I don't know what's going on.
My homies told them all along, I keep on pushing down this line.
I'm tired of doing time.
There's gotta be a better way.
Cause on these streets I'm trying to stay.
Help me.
Been a block in the drop six boat.
Hit a left turn at Green Meadows.
A gang of folks at the park today.
But there's a whole other feeling in my heart today.
And man.
Just a few OGs that I'm used to.
I'm not seeing BGs like I'm used to.
Ask them where my true homies go, but I don't even have to ask cause I already know.
Either dead or they in the pen.
In this hood life, don't we only trying to win?
Why we gotta be prone to a life of sin?
Can't figure life out, so we sip the hen.
Pop the glocks.
Put our own folks in knots.
Try to run from the blocks to the blocks.
It's hot.
And when they throw us in a cell, when they lock the lock.
Life still goes on, homie, block to block.
Time to stay strong.
Trying to make a battle with me.
I don't know what's going on.
My home is gonna all alone.
I keep on pushing down this line.
I'm tired of doing time.
It's gotta be a better way.
Cause on these streets I'm trying to stay.
Help me.
Imagine from the damn pen to the streets.
I did a nickel banging hard on the street.
Yeah, my hood's no more big.
Homies locked down, my ex-girl is a hoe.
Different hoods on the wall, dawg.
Bigger rims on the whip, got told to kill my bro, dawg.
You know, man, this game is bad.
Made a ticket pushing Galo cause I had.
A six four with the chop Three willing banging hard on the block
Didn't give a damn about a crooked cop Had a house by the beach, woulda gotten I lost it all
So I struggle for some get back Cause things change when you're gone And homie I ain't with that
a big half.
Gonna make a better way to make sure I see another day.
So holla at your boy.
Trying to make a better way.
I don't know what's going on.
My homies call them all alone.
I keep on pushing down this line.
I'm tired of doing time.
It's gonna be a better way.
Cause on the streets I'm trying to stay.
Trying to stay strong.
Trying to make a better way.
I don't know what's going on.
My homies call them all alone.
I keep on pushing down this line.
I'm tired of doing time.
It's gonna be a better way.
Can your hood stand the test of time?
Can your hood stand the test of time?
