Hopsin - The Hill lyrics

[Verse 1:] Little bugsy was a another average kid from the block Raised by his mom, he was never given a lot But something came along, finally give him a shot But he threw it in the trash just to peddle some rock Always co*king back at the pen of a drop King of the streets son,' He'd never get caught Had a bright future playing them sports Said f** the draft homie Now he's k**ing for sport Now hes packing heat Smoking L's on the porch Runs three blocks, including the court Felt hard as hell when they gave him the Glock Said to hit up the block Couldn't wait till it get shot They got a homie who snitched, now they ready to move Guess now you really got, something to prove Getting through was never easy to do Always start sh** growing up with you [Hook] Bet you never knew What the guns would do You know you got a lot of growing up to do Getting through was never easy to do Always starting sh** growing up with you You know little bugs got something to prove Better show respect in front of his crew sh** goes down then its him or you sh** was always war growing up with you [Verse 2] They pulled up about 3 in the mornin Perfect time to catch a body permanent snorin This is it now your old life was boring Anything for respect, money ain't important They told him Yo once you get inside Put two in his head leave no one alive co*k it little homie Lets see what you can do Pull this sh** off and you've got a spot in the crew Playing it off, like he's did it before Bug ran into the house and he kicked in the door Started shooting rounds, bodies hitting the floor Shot a pregnant woman, to him he's just smoking a who*e Provoking for more Keep screaming, choking her more The old image of him now has been shattered and torn People like you should've never been born Life never given dog so we weep and we mourn [Hook] [Verse 3] Wipe my eyes, to rub away the sleep As the cold floor touches the bottom of my feet I pray everyday I got up out of the streets About to be a father but I still fear defeat Everywhere I walk, gotta look behind my back Cause my old crew went and labeled me as a rat And they keep on threatening my little brother zack Even got his homie bugs fighting all they scraps How could I come so far Yet be so close to violence Feel the headlights creeping Piercing my eyelids Series of bangs, proceeded by silence Downstairs lays my pregnant wife all lifeless She got two rounds that were meant for my head There's someone in the house And I swear this dudes dead I shot a round in his chest And watched as he bled When I realized it was bugs, my eyes filled with dread (Gunshot)