[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