[Chorus]
I grew up near a porn shop, next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade, where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot

[Verse 1]
Next to a bar full of bikers, yeah dope spot
Gemini's yeah, two died, five more shot
Shooter had grenades and an AK-47
Now I hear somebody yellin' (hey-hey!)

Clear the whole block, thirteen short
Bulldog with his lobes cropped
Khaki Dickies shorts pulled up, blanco socks
Represеnting CO

Yeah the whole box, lifе is like a- Fuck you
Take the whole box, life outlined
In chalk, I let 'em all watch
Bodies in the street getting caught
Now there's no talk, no platitudes, no bullshit
No plot, where's ya attitude now kid?

And they don't stop, had an enemy and a friend
They were both shot, one had it coming, the other?
He had a whole lot to offer to the world before he left it
It's a cold drop in the bucket for those who wept but never phoned cops
Slow it down, slow it down
Cuz if it come around it goes around, goes around
No it don't Op- ti-mism it ain't got no heart
If you can't stop digging holes in your own yard

[Chorus]
I grew up near a porn shop, next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade, where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot

[Verse 2]
Rappin' at a party till I heard a gun go pop
Everybody runnin' in the smoke and out the door
Pop, pop pop, the "even more" shots
Left the youngin leakin' on the floor like an old mop

The inner G in me was clouding up my own thoughts
I ain't a G but what I mean is what I watched, got no shock
That type of energy is so dark
Tryna clean my state of mind up with a soapbox

That's grown talk, Colorado box State
State of mind brainwash, get it? That's a soapbox
No, cuz a rapper like me gets no props
I don't look the part or play the part, I ain't an actor
I got no props
You see a little bit of pride do a whole lot
Homie had a little 45 he a show cock
He in my ride like "Drive" I'm like "No ock"
You gonna get me 4 to 5 on a co-op"

Sing along, sing along
And if you don't belong, don't be long, don't be long
Now that's a throat chop
He shut the door and then the door locked
Lead in hand, where you be headed man?

[Chorus]
He said the old block next to a porn shop, next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade, where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot

Coin slot
No luck
Liquor store

[Verse 3]
It always starts out simple then it goes far
Saw a kid get crippled by a crowbar
Then kicked in the temple, he was limp
They were mental cuz he meant to do the same, but it flipped
And now he getting hit in the brain by the weapon that he threaten 'em with
And it came from his own car, that's that system
Circling no star, that's that imprisoned son when he don't know Pa
And the ones he know, found dead on a boulder
Tom, Abe, George and Ted all faux pas
Yes sir, no sir, here's a gold star
GI-Joe, Gung ho, what you know doc?
Where your pops at kid, he's a soldier
You know they're instrumental? Yeah, no bars
Still they pull up on fatigues and some teens without a means
Sign them up for the Marines then they'll go far
Speed 'em up, speed it up
PTSD eats 'em up, eats 'em up, and it don't stop
Memories like these got a no-knock warrant on these old thoughts
Yeah, of the old block

[Chorus]
I grew up near a porn shop, next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade, where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot