Hook:
Ever since i
Was a youngin
I couldn't believe
In my mamas income
So i went out x 2
Verse 1:
Yeah come out around
7 at night
Dirty rat got
No money
Wanted what i wanted
Cause i dont got it
If i had a pistol
Probably would've
Shot it
Went inside
Dollar tree
Saw only
Things i want
In front of willy
Say hi and go
Too the back
Black jacket
With a
Pocket
Inside ready
Hands
Going
Shaky trying
Too keep em
Steady
Cleptomaniac
f**ing
Sociopath
Living life as
If this was my
Last day
Stealing coffee
Crisp and cap
Guns all at the
Price eventually
To become
100 dollars in
Food items
And cap guns
Not caught
Talked to very
Few people
About it
Verse 2:
Curb levels
Nobody knows
Any difference
Between the
Streets and
The ghettos
Whether or not
You'll be shot
Or hit with a shovel
Crowbarred brains
Broken chains
Narrow staircases
Marrow of bone
Crushed faces
Bodies in Saskatoon
Mission and
Vancouver all
Compiled the most
Most notorius
Most notorius
High up on
The crime rates
Number 8
Mission
Number 2
Vancouver
Number 1
Saskatoon
Full blood moon
Got family
From saskatche'wan
f** with a
Canadi'an
Get more
Than what your
Aim'n for
Verse 3:
Criminal past
13 years old
Wanted cash
So bads
So fasts
I blasts
Out facts
Nashing these
Hoops
Stopping these
Loops
Got the groups
We walked around
With cap guns
Backwards cap
Baggy jeans
Darkstar shoes
We just having funs
Laughing
Felt like i wanting
Women
I was raised christian
Felt like i
Wanted to be sinnin
New beginnings
I've lived in
Maple ridge
Portcoquitlam
And mission
Spent some of
My childhood in
New west minister
All small towns
And small cities
All anyone could think
About is
Getting lucky
Acting funny
Or trying to
k** eachother
Because of our f**ing
Country
I dont think ill
See light of day
Maybe i will
Maybe i won't
Thats all i gotta say
Hook 2:
Welcome to the
Neighbourhood
Welcome to what
Most people consider
The greater good
Either way its still
Suburban even if it ain't
A hood x 4
Verse 4:
Ye people
Done think
People done
Stink when
They're poor
Done dumb
Speak
Only ill
Mannered and
Ill minded
For the
Weak
k** hopsin
For stuntin
Got no
Production
Got no
Single
Function
Coming out
For weeks
Used to be
On top
But now
Nobody speaks
His name
Open flame
Speak in vain
I give him rain
Reign my
Terror
Break the bread
And the
Mirror
Nothing
But no success comes
Out clearer
Theory is his
Career is laid to rest
Verse 5:
Rats traveling through
The sewers tunnels
Scrapping to get by
See green chemicals
Glowing turning a
Kids eyes into
Radar vision
And one of the
Rats have better
Lives
Only a couple
Rats do
Survive
Many struggle
But many
Parents do
Provide
Many huddle
To dodge the
Tide
Leading them
To the
Red sea of
d**h called
Prison and hell
In many open
Religions
And different regions
Of the earth
All sh** to sell
How much percentile of the
Poor give birth?
How much percentile of the
Human race is worth saving?
None thats why we die
Engrave your name on the
Tombstone made with
Your life insurance
While shopping your
Life away see only
Clearance