[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hip hop started out in the park
Yeah
I'm from Ramona
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm on real n***a time, times was hard as they come (You know?)
Life was on the line, either fight or you run
Can't press rewind, red line, rerun
Murder on the block raised the property up
Kick the n***as out, can I kick it like Tip?
I don't know what my tribe called, I came from a ship
5.0 Mustang, is you Abel or Cain?
I don't wanna go to hell, so I dance in the rain
I don't know if Heaven real, but I know that angel's real
Cupid shufflin' the dеck, played my cards and made my meals
Yеs I love the dollar bills, helped me build and destroy
I'm a man of many talents, I'm just tryna find my balance, you know?
You know? Yeah

[Verse 2]
Why pick up a gun if you won't go for real?
I mean I really wanna know, you feel me?
I heard a lot of people say that they was gonna kill me
It put a smile on my face for real
They don't got what it take for real
You know just where I stay for real? Play ball then
Rags on our guns like we from New Orleans
Feds like where, why? I was like "no comment"
Yeah, fuck 5-0, no condom, raw street shit
I was on Cherry when the beef kicked off
Made bonds like Barry, had the heat, got caught
That was when I signed the Sprite deal
Shot the commercials, I was on pre-trial still
These streets'll hurt you, you know?