[Verse 1]
I was born one day before Saint Pat
I guess a n***a miss luck just like that
Henry Ford, not even one mile from Motown
Explains all the soul that you hear in my sound
A ten minute ride to Linwood, I begun
My mama first son, look what I just become
A weedhead with words more potent than what I'm smoking
This ain't no Reggie caught the plane ride from Oakland
I used to play with pistols in crackhouses
Skipping school just to f** b**hes on dirty couches, abandoned houses
Find one with the lights on it
Landlord came pulled the hook, now it's locks on it
Money I'm plotting on it I put the block on it
I'm gonna get it, four deep, no shocks on it
We sit low, rep the D cause it's all I know
And my name rings bells in any hood you go
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You're from the East Side?
You're from the West Side?
You're from the North End?
Is you from South West?
[Verse 2]
Around first grade, we move to the East Side
Was like throwing rocks at a beehive
A lot of n***as gone over something unimportant
That it ain't worth mentioning cause it's unfortunate
Like stick a fork in it, where's the enforcement?
Walking off the gra** just to sit on n***as porches
Pa**ing round 40's, brown paper bags
Rolling up a swisher while this rat freak a black
It ain't about nothing, but let me hold something
Ate a lunchable for dinner, n***a I ain't fronting
Caught the bus to East land, just to walk around it
Ain't buy nothing n***a, just walked around it
Looked at some hoes, I ain't even holler
Cause I'm broke as f** and they is all about a dollar
I'm living in the city where the weak get swallowed
Belly of the beast, we don't care about tomorrow
I'm living in the city where the weak get swallowed
Belly of the beast, we don't care about tomorrow
[Hook]