This goes out to all my people in the hood, from down the way
North Philly, South Philly, West Philly
All my people on Holly Street
People over there at 24th and Nicholas
Vibe with it
I see you

I’ve been thinkin’ of how I’ma kill this beat
I ain’t eat for seven days, I’m starting to feel weak
Locking myself in the studio is a need
What became an obsession is a blessing to the streets
I know I represent them in front of all these cameras
‘cause like them I grew up eatin’ them syrup sandwiches
In the kitchen wishing, staring at empty cabinets
The corners of my mind’s filled with hustlers and savages
Only thing therapeutic is the music
And God but that’s one and the same the way I view it
A weed in America’s garden, I was uprooted
And tossed on the concrete that I took root in
Next to the rose that rose out of the sewage
In spite of the ruin and evil tryna pursue it
Surrounded by envy for shining my light
Folks act friendly while praying that I drown in the night
I coulda been x’d so quickly, or x’d like Nipsey
X’d like Malcolm or Triple X, it’s sickening
Your own people show evil, it adds up
When you become a mirror to their failures and bad luck
Insecure ones who don’t know what they got
Missing their genius because they’re looking at mine
Instead of looking within, they’re looking without
I’m looking around, I look now, they’re looking without, damn