Yeah, I ain't got nowhere, still thuggin' in the hoodDoin' what I do, homie, it's all goodI'ma keep reppin' until I'm deceasedEven then you hear my record bumpin' in the streetsLabel me a juvenile, a problem childGrowin' up on the streets is wild, and everybody knowPunk, bitch, straight, snitches get no loveShow em' all, 4-5, put holes in your pro clubSmoke up and do what I do best*** the microphone and spit like two techsGet * for the streets, they sayin' it's hotSay they like the way I bust it and they give me propsI'm fresh off the blockSo they can see why I rock mics like a rockWhite teeth and blue Levi'sChillin' in the hood and you know I'm straight postedGettin' all high, yeah, we smokin' on that poleRun the block where they pop shots, slayin' them thangsThose spots on every block and the gangsters hangRollin' with a 4-5, motherfuckers know IPut it when I stroke by, homie, that ain't no lieRun the block where they pop shots, slayin' them thangsThose spots on every block and the gangsters hangYeah, same, * 5-0, * em' all, die slowSmokin' on that hydro, *, they got my eyesYeah, I spit it when I feel it, I'm sick with itSplit the tower, kick it, listen and get with itFull set trippin', they gon' hear my text spittin'Payin' cause my wrist and my neck glistenFlippin' money, I get mine, can't start with the streetsHit the blunt and get high, spit raw on this bitchSince the days of juvenile, lockdown facilitiesHeard my rep and my street credibilityHangin' on the block when my record don't sellBack to lowly clip with a glove, no fingerprints on the shelvesIn homicide, don't know who's involvedGivin' some time, they waitin' for meWhere the heat's too far, the task force raise the spotTake the gauges, AKs and Glocks, leave us naked on the blockThe heat is on, some can take it on the blockI stand strong, some can make it on the blockRun the block where they pop shots, slang them thangsThose spots on every block and the gangsters hangRollin' with a 4-5, motherfuckers know I'm with it when I stroll byHomie, that ain't no lieRun the block where they pop shots, slang them thangsThose spots on every block and the gangsters hangYeah, same, * 5-0, * em' all, die slowFuckin' on that hydro, *, they got my eyes gluedThe essence of a child with a wild-eyed, a lesson in your presenceI come in and spit it up on the record, the streets gave me gameSo now I'ma use it, late night, blunted in the studioMakin' music, gotta make moves, I'm on the grind for richesIn time, there's money, so ain't got time for bitchesI'm still bumpin' on the low, these rap deals ain't payingGot me flyin' on hit and let's * em' and start stayin'So I stay high, smokin' that bomb stickyYou suckers ain't on my level, you wish you could * with meComin' for my broken home, family of OGsLow-life parolees and strong-eyed dolphinsWe really, really rare on these streetsWhere we from, where we tryin' to surviveGotta pack your gun, so I'm stayin' on pointI can't be caught slippin' and they ain't gon' stopTill I finish my missionRun the block where they pop shots, slang them thangsThose spots on every block and the gangsters hangRollin' with a .45, motherfuckers go highTell you when I stole five, homie, that ain't no lieRun the block where they pop shots, slang them thangsThose spots on every block and the gangsters hangYeah, same, * 5-0, * em' all, die slowSmokin' all that hydro *, they got my eyes low