[Verse 1]
From the land where they hustlin' hand to hand
And the pigs rush in to jam your plans
Ghetto: home where the sharks give loans
And if you don't pay they'll break your bones
Old school whips on rims
Dope boys blowing through chips on Timbs
You could get rich if you grind substantial
And there's a lot of dudes that's prime examples
Like my old neighbor had gators
Every flavor, raking that heavy paper
However, you get too rich the boys in blue investigate ya
He used to have lethal trees, now it's just P.O's and legal fees
But he can't be mad, the police steal, he got charged for half
[Hook]
I've traveled the world, did this and that
Been so many places but still come back
My ode to the - struggle, that hustle
I escaped through it
I've traveled the world, did this and that
Been so many places but still come back
My ode to the - where it ain't all fun
Where I go, where I'm from
[Verse 2]
We used to do so much for so little
Needy hands held out when the dough trickles
They gotta eat, and if not they ain't scared of poppin' heat
You get shot for dumb sh**; still I'm thankful
To see what I saw to get this angle
And understand cats don't give a f** about another man
And the ones with the dough got the upper hand
It might not get your praise
But I love the hood where I was raised
It made me the person I am today
And a part of every word I say
So when I'm in spot with a blunt lit
With my homies from the hood that I run with
Dap me up and keep moving, sh**
I pray for the fool that tryin' to play us on some child sh**
[Hook]
[Bridge] (x2)
The concrete jungle, the hood, the blocks
The late night shootouts, the weed, the rocks
The evil cops, the pimps, the who*es
The drug wars, bloodshed galore
[Hook]