[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