Yea
Bou
If I'm not mistaken there was rules to the block
Now all these suckas getting passes like it's cool to be hot
Make a move on a opp it used to be shoot or be shot
Why all these women and children still gettin put in a box?
Man it's crazy what people willing to do for your spot
Got me asking lil brother how many rugers in stock
Wanna see me act a fool want me to lose what I got?
But I refuse to let these goofies trick me out of my spot
Rather sign to the Roc than letting nine out the glock
Writing rhymes on a yacht and not doing time in a box
I'll see them lights in due-timing I been aligning them dots
I took my losses in silence ain't no rewinding the clock
But when I heard the gunshots hit the side of the whip
Everyday I had that metal on the side of my hip
My n**a blessed hope you understand your life is a gift
And I was down to gamble mine if you decided to trip
I know somebody will sign me if I provided a hit
But I keep rapping bout hustlin how they gon vibe to this shit?
This just the life that I'm living don't to like to lie when I spit
Labels finessing the culture we gotta tighten our grip
Don't need to rap I really hustle I'm just nice with this shit
I get excited every time I put the knife in the brick
F**k the feds I got the right to get rich
This money give you paranoia man that's why I keep my life out the mix
Started with a dream in them pissy hallways
No one handed us thing had to take the hard way
Focused on the cream now my team we all paid
I been caught up in the streets but I need to part ways
Started with a dream in them pissy hallways
No one handed us thing had to take the hard way
Focused on the cream now my team we all paid
I been caught up in the streets but I need to part ways
I need to part ways
I miss the hood though
I miss selling my neighbors good dope
Kids coming for guidance like I'm the hood pope
It's sad to say it but death is what brings the hood close
Feel like the only one really giving my hood hope
This we living isn't made for the frail
Out here risking our freedom putting this yay on a scale
I was chasing education still had 12 on my tail
So I was in and outta cells, jail adjacent to hell
Snakes leaving out the grass found a way to the gravel
Let em get a lil close and started hearing the rattle
Had to cut em I don't trust em now it's me and my shadow
Tryna win a bigger war, f**k the neighborhood battles
I wanna get out
Hop in the whip and peel out
Crabs don't want me leaving they aiming to take a wheel out
Seen too many ballin' when all I could do is sit out
Now I'm killin the music like Boubie done put a hit out
Never wanted the fame
Never wanted the credit
All I want is the money the extra shit is a blessing
Really come from that section where roaches is running reckless
And niggas is barely dodging them crooked county corrections
Struggle I can't forget it
Pain already embedded
Losses come with the journey can't ever say I regret em
Geeking to see progression I'm itching to leave them trenches
Grateful I got a dream cause that's what's giving me leverage
Started with a dream in them pissy hallways
No one handed us thing had to take the hard way
Focused on the cream now my team we all paid
I been caught up in the streets but I need to part ways
Started with a dream in them pissy hallways
No one handed us thing had to take the hard way
Focused on the cream now my team we all paid
I been caught up in the streets but I need to part ways
I need to part ways
