[Verse: $avage]
Bop! Bop! Bop!
Gunshots by the bus stop
Go to school with the tool in the lunchbox
Slung rock, 6 foot no jumpshot
n***as die young, coming where I'm from
Man it's hot up in the 309
So you gotta keep a 9
Youngins got stripes, f** Adidas signs
But I'm trying to find the peace of mind
Blowing loud, thinking all about the n***as that I had to leave behind
My uncle in the jail n***a (yeah his a** gone)
Over 10 in the cell n***a (sent his a** home)
Rest in peace my homies dead
Hope I see them boys again
That's heaven or hell n***a (gripping on the chrome)
While I'm thinking 'bout a crime
Selling dimes
Need a dime
Times hard so my momma got another job
Bill due, told the plug that I need 2
Need food, then a motherf**er getting robbed
Went from roaches in the kitchen
Paper plates, it wasn't dishes
Ramen noodles, that's all that I ate n***a
Other sh** was too expensive, knew I had to make a difference
So I prayed and asked God for a way n***a
And he told me make music, grind hard
Stay to it man, made me wanna sing like Drake do it
Ohhh I'm just playing but I'm plotting on a milly
Going hard like I can't do it
n***a whatever it takes, do it
If you gotta rob a bank with a mask and a cape, do it
Putting money in the safe
But I'm thinking about the day that my family's in a place with a gate to it
[?] safe for my brother, he can play in the streets, not worrying about gangs or straight bullets
Cause in the 9 n***as dying all the time
Cross me like a finish line bullets race through him
Bang
Got a AK in the 8th grade
Same n***as in the gang ain't a thing changed
But I'm tryna get some money, on the come up with my brothers
If you n***as play with 'em then it's bang bang, bang
And I ain't one to rap boy
15 with the dreams of a jack boy
And n***a I don't ever snitch
But you could call me a rat
Cause if it's cheese in your trap Imma snap boy
Why they had to [?]
But I know you ain't gone you just moved to a safe place
More money, more problems
And they had to [?]
So before they touch a mil' Imma say grace
Dear Father, Imma sinner
And forgive me, cause I swear Imma k**er
You could sort 'em out when I send 'em
Had a dream to be a sinner, cause Kareem was my n***a
But I ain't have a sky hook
But my punchlines landing like a right hook
So I stopped shooting bricks, and I started moving zips
Grams for the 15, I got a nice cook
And if you want a feature, you better come up with the cheddar for the 15, you could get a nice hook
Baretta underneath the sweater
Try to setup you'll get wet up
Over 15, you'll get you're life took
God