[Verse 1: RAMBO]
I spent time on the grind with teens
Hid work inside the jeans
Did dirt with a eye for green
Pittsburgh was designed for cream
Money talks but it lies to me
I fell apart going blind with greed
But I still found time for weed
Blunt lit with a pound of leaves
In a town of thieves
East Lib where the ground diseased
Each flip bring a crowd of fiends
Each brick either brown or green
Each block got to crown the Kings
Every man got a pound to bring
One hand wrapped around a beam
You better stop, if you see red dots
You could see God walk, if they squeeze them shots
Sixteen pop when the street drop
[Hook : Sample]
[Verse 2: RAMBO]
In so many words I'm a part of the curb
My street smarts made it harder to learn
About trust
So I don't give a f** about those that act tough
No heart you lack nuts
I bark you back up
Chin up with my chest out
If this ain't your block, use the guest house
Or keep moving
Yall the reason maf**as keep shooting
Think stupid, use your head and don't lose it
Keep your high, keep your third eye open
When I come through the stores close
Maf**as know about more hoes
I freestyle til the end of the dip
Its like this with your chick on my end of the dick