(Verse 1: Marcus Orelias) Marcus, show no mercy Save that for your brainwash My daddy was a thug; momma was a hippie Now you got me, product of Bayview-HP Where vampires ride when its dark Toss detergent like its time to wash Turn your TVs off; curtains down (gunshots) Its never safe to watch 3 deep in a hoopty-peel off; tire marks skid off. What goes around, comes around Remember that bending blocks. Before bike lanes and street chalk Dim streetlights, police hawk; concrete lines Stereotypes of street crime, got us strapped with four nines We work hard; fight harder so they gentrify I was once scared to define, cross streets In fear that theyd judge me or jump me So trust me, I left the house Late to school, skipping school, after school Down watching street fights then mob back to the T line Loud music from metros, we K-9s on felines Being on time, be the last thing on our minds Adults keep telling me, diploma is what I need To function in society, I just want to see Different seas, in my head it plays out, a**ed out. Im just tryna get my a** out, first cla** Before I blast out or pa** out Writing rhymes all night, late nights getting no sleep My producer grinding, making beats Oh you counting bread? They counting sheep. You might be rich but you still weak. Get to know me; Im getting started like Monday First day of the week, I want you, 365 and a leap Feel free to jump, you already know. Its mighty steep Some people stay in the shallow end, so I think deep. Six feet, with all these odds against me No hand outs, made my own way So turn it up I got something to say