[Intro]
Yeah
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Look

[Verse]
I was raised in the hood until my momma went to nursing school
And showed me what a little vision and work’ll do
My best friend auntie was a prostitute
Them cars would pull up, them visits was conjugal
She had been with all kind of dudes
Had my mind all kind of confused
Was just a Godiva colored minor trying to make it through
And atmosphere where the bohemians
Were so egregious and got appeasement
From using thesis, I didn’t agree with
Like we don’t leave
Told me we stuck here, boy
Like we all adhesive
If it’s beef, you keep your iron low like you anemic
If the energy ain’t cohesive, you pull and squeeze it
No peace, carry pieces
Stay on your toes like orthopedics
Watch who you be with
No gas, rose from the ash, like I's a phoenix
Half my partners been thugging since they was just a fetus
Swear they known for shooting and stabbing
If you ain't on in my hood, best you duck like you dabbing
My hood treat me like the boy from Akron
That’s why every single beat I need a fork and napkin
'Cause I swear it’s time to eat
This for my partners deceased, who ain’t never make it out the leaf
This for my mamma who put me in little league and couldn’t afford cleats
For little Mitch, running me over I swear that turned me into a beast
This for my sister, for my niece, this for Fat, this for Reeks
This for radio not showing love even though they obsolete
This for E, this for C, and all them Gs letting techs blow
I’m trying to have some substance just for all my dogs like Petco
No Jos A Bank, but might keep a blazer on me like dress code
Matter fact, this for all the years I was stuck riding Metro
Couldn’t afford no petrol, now they swear I’m celestial
They never seen a flow so special from a young hoodlum that reps so
Hard for Southwest Alief Texas that’s where my heart is at
Forum Park gave me the how to survive the hood starter pack
Drank done made half the legends in my city have heart attacks
When I die bury me like Stonewall Jackson and Arthur Ashe
Right outside the Governor’s Mansion on Colorado Street
If you out here pitching and snitching, kinfolk you not a G
Never been an advocate for the savages moving keys
I just pray to God then establish the patterns for the genius
Ouu, try my hardest not to speak out of anguish
Before rap I used to talk with my hands, no sign language
Minds tainted, boppers gyrating, had my eyes straying
Time waisting, mostly due to the fact I ain’t mind playing
In the devils playground, swear me and my dogs would give 'em hell
My partners were on point with that rocket, that’s Sam Cassell
Before Trader Joe’s they was making dough off organic sales
If you ever hit my website and copped a shirt, that’s more than a sale
I swear, for every penny you invested
I’m gonna show every bum rapper rapping what purpose look like perfected
Might cop my mamma the Aston for laughing at the vision I projected
Then copped Fat a two seater 'cause she was the only I was left with
Been blessed with, that boy J E double
Yeah he move in silence
But he still down for physical violence, thinking spiritual guidance
It’s a miracle I went 30 years and ain’t murked nobody
My face been blurry with tears from sealed caskets with Hershey bodies
Ain't’ no kisses, they digging ditches, you gonna need barbed wire
To guard you cause they’ll pull up and scoop you like a car ride
Far wiser than your typical bear, this ain’t Yogi Boo Boo
Here’s why I be covered in cheese, like macaroni noodles
Lowly pupils listen you’ll catch a lesson when teacher’s spitting
Someone send this track to 3 Stacks, I need a feature with him
Think we hitting in every bar, it’s a forewarning
Test me and I’ll lean in your grill, like George Foreman