Uh, from the east side of the D all the way out to Harlem
My seminary niggas, my East Oakland niggas, what's up?
Got some niggas down in Houston that still screw they music and love the sibling, you
heard me?
Miami niggas, Sac Pase, you know the rest, huh, we out here
I don't use pens but let me write about it I got niggas in the pen that's doing life
about it Niggas that I won't see again that lost their
life about it Shit run deep so I don't sleep plenty nights
about it In all the cold nights that we had no heater
In the lobby pumping white with a cold heater You know the rules, we only serve them if
they knew them But my thoughts then, he must deserve it if
they blew him with the how they coming to him
They said he didn't die, had some perks running through him
The niggas still live, now them niggas running to him
Trying to kill him where he live The beef never die, they even drilling at
the kids shit But we was guaranteed to hit the target
Cops come shit, we guaranteed to hit the projects
Running fast, bitch, I hit the steps like Hussein
Now this nigga pull up to the Jets and I'm Hussein
My memory good, I'll take you back to the 80s
Mama in the kitchen cooking crackers to baby
My block had the bomb when they was getting that D
The same thing the cheddar boys had did in the D
So we still get the cheddar like we getting the key
In my hood, there's not too many that ever did it like me, shit
Who maybe baby mane in my nigga life But let's say a prayer
Cause they died in this vicious life
In my neighborhood, I'm a legend Kicked out of school at seven
Caught my first case at eleven Now Sheila couldn't raise me
And I was her first born She ain't had no experience
But she was a woman scorned Used to live with my teacher
My daddy wasn't around He wasn't cheering in the bleachers
When I caught my first touchdown And George was too high
My mama wouldn't give me nothing My stepdaddy was too high
He was smoking up all the money A product of the streets
I was running through them with no cleats Went to school in North Oakland
The only nigga from the East Never went to class
I used to play the hallways That's where I met my first love
We still friends to this day No cap and gown
I graduated from the corner Real nigga resume
Take the place of my diploma Addicted to the block
And in love with the streets The moral to the story
If you believe you can achieve, spilt
She ain't have a lot, but she did her best Going to school smelling like kerosene
Fuck this, it gotta be a better way for me Only Eastside nigga in the whole school
I was forced to share clothes with my old dude My brother worked at Champs, I wore all his shoes
Hardest times of my life and they got harder too
I ain't graduate cause I ain't had shit A nigga balling, nah, that's in the past tense
Life gave me lemons, I made lemonade All they see is niggas shining, but they don't see the pain
