My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah

Broken hearts makin' million dollar launching pads

I'm from a neighborhood where niggas' attitude is f**k a dad

Where niggas only dream is to ball and stunt with shit they never had

But all they end up with is two baby mamas and a Jag

Weighin' bags while the neighbors pass, hopin' it double fast

Re-up with your rent money, f**k it up, your ass potato mash

And from the past, f**k ups you done had, it ain't no frontin' bags

Stress awake the evil, now he hittin' his homeboys for cash

No mask, just settin' up scenes, he got an acting class

N**a get robbed with you and act mad then go and count your cash

Shit sad, make you wish murder was an app on iPad

Download and press one button and kill your roach ass

My lil' n**a got three stripes, he ain't tuckin' no flags

Ever punched a tough n**a, made him tell jokes like Sinbad

Walked around your enemy's hood strapped like gym pads

Caught everything I done did, smashed on they b**h ass

Heard buddy got killed for his ho, he loved the b**h ass

She was f**n' on his partner, he fought him, and then got shit-bagged

Doctor said that he was gon' make it, he had a good chance

But then his kidney failed and he died and this b**h still playin'

I just seen the b**h with Lou Williams and he her sixth man

These h**s will do whatever for d**k, shoes, and a suntan

Bitches tryna be boo'd up, I'm thinkin' boudin

Before I let a ho wife me I'll sell food cans

Your big homie a buster, he buy his Jordans from a shoe stand

He think making shirts for the hood is a genius new plan

Y'all need to put y'all money together and get him a new van

If he ever play with me I'ma tat his face with a new hand

The laws gettin' hot in the city, this b**h like Sudan

You can't play no games with them bitches, they shoot with two hands

My people yellin' peace and no violence, they showin' two hands

But you wake up in the morning, it's another one on the newsstand

My partner cut his monitor off, he got a new stance

Paroled on fifty percent of his time, skip to my lou dance

Niggas sayin' f**k a blue warrant, let's take the blue chance

Nowadays niggas do whatever for stacks of blue bands

Niggas ready to give up they mama to have a blue hand

The shit that niggas'll do for a twenty'll make you puke, man

Sad but it's true, man

Gotta clean the table when you chew, man

'Cause crumbs done brought the evil out a few, man

They say to do your dirt by your lonely, that's hard to do, man

'Cause pressure always easier felt when done by two, man

But every time you put on a n**a, he turn to Susanne

A b**h in male clothing, the street shit is broken

Everybody want all the smoke, this shit's a joke, man

Until a hookah burnin' your chest and it's blood you're choking

You never politicked in the hood, you not a spokesman

So stop tellin' these rappers they good when they do shows, man

Pull up to the flyers they on and slap the doorman

Make a n**a say cheese and shade the room with some whoop-ass

Y'all niggas ain't havin' no academics in them bookbags

Just good boys that look bad, this street shit got so sad