[Intro]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Straight G sh**, (Uhuh) Straight G sh** (Real sh**)
Welcome to the hood n***a, the hoods I come from (f** with me, Dipset)
[Verse 1]
Shoot em up bang bang n***a
We'll do anything to get the cake
Sold my first d** in front of 1768
Look at Rell fiends putting scrilla in his hand
Selling hope to the desperate had me feeling like a man
And my pops? sh** he ain't want me in the trap
But what the f** could he do, he had a monkey on his back
And my poor poor momma, ya miss ruby god bless her soul
Because i done made those tears roll down her eyes
Being a gangster wasn't in her plan
But mommy what you expect it takes a man to raise a man
And you praying to jesua ma? he can't move mountains
Rent backed up, living room need new couches
That's why im out here day and night, night and day
I know i got a price to pay but f** thats my life so hey
I'm from a block where you be dead for respect
Little n***as picking up there flags repping their sets
OGs home from jail extorting these rappers
Gangsters in hollywood selling coke to the actors
And me? im still in trying to make a mill in it
sh** pissing me off but im forced to deal with it hey
And my n***as in jail dont think sh** swell for me
The way sh** looking they might have a cell for me
And these n***a thinking this pressure gonna break me
But nah imma G Mack and just see where life take me
[Chorus]
Here's a little bit of my life
Growing up I had to go through hell
I had to worry about surviving in the hood
You looking at me thinking sh** is all good
You never know how i made it through
It's just something that gangsters do
I gotta make it
I gotta lotta n***as counting on me
[Verse 2]
Up the block was the pimps
Down the block was the who*es
Around the corner was the weed
Down the block was the raw
They always use to say that young chick was the sh**
Until that girl started giving n***as that sh**
The life of a stick up kid
Sticking up liqour stores
Until he turned into a whino hanging around liqour stores
Man this sh** a war i know you seen this before
b**h on crack baby running around with pissy draws
She the baby mother of a n***a locked up
Wondering why she ain't wrote em
Because she out here smoking
And she ain't taking care of his son, thats number one
And he stressing just got charged with another gun
I know n***as thats on the run
And n***as in the cell looking at the XXL like i was just with Rell
He use to be in the yard with the gangsters and bloods
He ain't have to many fights but i knew he was tough
He use to say he was gonna go home get in the game live it up
And when he walk out the jail Cam gonna pick him up
God damn that sh** really happened
I guess gangsters they can really make it rapping
I'm here for a reason dont ever dispute that
A n***a ever shot at me i shot back, we shoot back
My presence is felt don't stick around for nothing
A standup n***a that won't sit down for nothing
Dipset!
[Chorus]