[Intro]
Glo Gang, look (Buh buh, brrr)
This for all the street n***as man
I'm a street n***a, you a street n***a, we all the same man
I miss all the guys, RIP Moe, Vito
Look

[Verse]
Section 8, moved us out them buildings, and they moved us on the next block
We ain't really trippin', I'ma move us to a bigger spot
Take a way back, way before I had the dreadlocks
Had the waves with the fade, I wasn't into Xbox
I had to earn my respect for mines, I let the hammer pop
I came up a shooter n***a, wasn't into sellin' rocks
But let me not say too much, 'cause I know them people listenin'
Tryna hit me with a dime, it's a birthday I can't miss again
When I'm ridin' throught my city, all the windows tinted in
I learned a lesson, when I missed a target, I won't miss again
I do this shit for Blood and all my n***as know, they listenin'
Free T-Slick, they tryna send my nephew out the state
It's been 3 years, these fuck n***as, pussies usin' him as bait
Been holding it back for a minute, it was some shit I couldn't say
Saying "free him" won’t bring him home, you n***as in the way
Why you talk behind my back my n***a say it to my face

[Outro]
I'm from the ghetto, you're from the ghetto, we all from the ghetto
You know, it's real shit tho