[Verse 1 - FLO]
I was raised up in the spot
Where kids stay stuck to the block
Cooking that base up in a pot
Mugging the cops
This that kinda place where it's not safe
Decide to save something you can up and get shot
Feel some type of way buddy is your stomach in knots
Think a microwave oven k** a blood or get hot
And these riders stay thugging pockets stuffed with the guap
They take a life away it's nothing really something to watch
And I grip the mic the way that Michael J went up with the rock
In they mind it's unlikely to make it up to the top
And a lot of it is what they've been taught
Messing 'round your body from the waist down ends up in a box (ah)
It's 10 o'clock where your kids at
10-4 dispatch a youngin' put the blunt in a sock and dipped that
This cats puzzle was missing a pops
No father figure but he listen to Pac
Middle finger to the system and he gripping a Glock
Temperature drops in the city hoodie dripping with snot
Weapon is co*ked dirty money put the grip in his cot
Not even his mama could get him to stop
Another day another crime another guy from the ghetto
Silver spoon nah they just dying from the metal
The eye in the bullet's flying leave him lying in the middle
Of the hood that he living but he's trying not to settle
Inclined to do better but the lies of the devil
In his mind never let him get a bronze colored medal
From the bench watching the Lebron's and the Melo's
Found God but he though he had to climb to His level
What's up