[Verse 1: Ang P]
Man we don’t hit the block ‘til the streetlights come on/ We don’t hit the block ‘til the street lights come on/ Schemin’ on a plot that we might dumb on/ So many ways to guap and ain’t no one wrong/ They worried ‘bout what’s hot we tryna keep our sons warm/ And that’s just a typical day in the hood/ Hustling mornin’, noon and night the way that we should/ I’m on the jack with my brother and I’m praying he good/ But if he not we gon’ get it any way that we could, believe that/ Where my n***as rollin’ around with the seat back?/ Anything that’s slowing us down we don’t need that/ Will of a young buck but knowledge of an old man/ Some people call it dumb luck, but I take it in my own hands/ Never been a sucka nah ain’t no coward in me/ I just leave it up to God and the powers that be/ Feeling like Cyrus in The Warriors/ They could push our back against the wall, but there’s more of us/

[HOOK]
Where would I be wasn’t for no music?/ Slangin’ rock, bustin’ guns somethin’ stupid/ Comin’ up I always was a nuisance ruthless/ Never thought that I would be the one God choses/ (2X)

[Verse 2: XP]
We don’t hit the block ‘til the streetlights come on/ We don’t hit the block ‘til the street lights come on/ Tryna dodge a long sentence like a run on/ Saved a couple dollars for some Bob’s shrimp jumbos/ East Chicago cub lost in the jungle/ Say cousin what it is? Ain’t nothin’/ Same block, same liquor store, same junkies/ Snake cops taking our future away from us/ Ain’t a lot that momma’s can do but pray for us/ Whole lot of papa’s out here wit’ case warrants/ So they daughters try to dream they way to California/ The sons peepin’ the game like selling crack’s normal/ One strike away wit’ they back to the courtroom/ Waitin’ for the day when we can celebrate and po’ it up/ I just wanna really spend a whole check at Nordstrom’s/ Paint the city red takin’ shots like a warmup/ I told you that one day we would do it enormous/

[HOOK]

[Verse 3: Ang P]
We don’t hit the block ‘til the streetlights come on/ We don’t hit the block ‘til the streetlights come on/ The cops the real reason these kids is keeping they guns warm/ Wildin’ out damn near handing penalties of death/ They went and shot them young fellas right up in they chest/ Or was it in they back? Either way it makes no sense/ What makes it even wore one of them can’t feel his legs/ How we gonna break the cycle with that shit up in our heads?/ So if I have a kid and if he actin’ stupid then he gonna end up dead/ Shit I was a nuisance yeah you heard just what I said/ But when I was a kid I was taught that officers were here to serve and to protect/ Now it seems today they only showin’ up for checks/ They ain’t showin’ us respect in fact they showin’ us neglect/ We from the same community but division is working best/ Now they showing us they teks, got they foot up on our chest/ And our Facebook friends say we deservin’ what we get/

[Verse 4: Miz]
Mothafucka I’m on one and this is our anthem/ Police don’t shoot me, see me puttin’ my hands up/ I ain’t no animal, I’m somebody’s grandson/ Just skittles and tea sir, I ain’t got no handgun/ A gated community, they don’t want me here/ My hoodies and jeans here and my white tee here/ A black man beware in your eyes I could see fear but I’m just a man/ Why you scared of a brotha when I’m just a man?/ Why you scared of a brotha when I’m just a man?/ Why you scared of a brotha when I’m just a man?/ In your eyes I could see fear but I’m just a man/ Why you scared of a brotha when I’m just a man?/