The Neighborhood (Album Version|Explicit)

Thousand lives ago

We were young and we didn't know

We were trading our crowns for our souls

Made the sacrifice

Headed back to the light

But be careful don't drown in the gold

I know it glows but it's cold

I'm from the other side of town

Out of bounds

To anybody who don't live around

I never learned to share or how to care

I never had no teachings about being fair

Have you ever heard of Black Stone

Around Black Stones

And Four Corner Hustlers Vice Lords

Stony Island on Aces

The concrete matrix street organizations

They gave violations

Hood public relations

It was the basics to get big faces

Stay away from cases bad broads

Good graces

The hustles was the taste makers

And trend setters

They the ones that fed us hopin'

That the feds don't get us

The era of Reagan the terror of Bush

Crack babies momma's a push

We were the products of Bush

I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci

A bad ho to BB do me you heard of flukey

Stokes it was folks and coke and d**e

Fiends choked off of smoke

Herringbones and rope

Rare jewels of a generation

Diamonds blinding us so real sh*t we facin'

Forties wasted on seats

Dion makin' the beats

When they air it out on

At the parties we escapin' the heat

I could break it down like whatever you need

He squinted his face and rolled the w**d

You know they don't see sometimes

That in the neighborhood

It's the exact same thing

It's the same thing over and over again

Feel me

Have you ever heard of no limit

Three hundred six hundred

Folly boy O block eastside

Where it ain't no conversation

They just let them heats ride

Can't nobody stop the violence

Why my city keep lyin'

Niggas throw up peace signs

But everybody keep dying

Used to post up on that strip

I look like a street sign

I've been out there three days

And I got shot at three times

Felt like every bullet hit me

When they flew out each nine

I be happy when I wake up

And I have a free mind

I know haters wanna clap me up

Watch the morgue grab me up

But they can catch me later I been cool

Chasin' paper

Where I come from ain't no hope

If you was claimin' that was major

Small crib big fam mom was workin'

Grammy raised us

No food in the refrigerator I was bangin'

Pullin' capers that's real sh*t

Same niggas from day one boy

Yeah I'm still with

Better watch out for that

Jump shot cause they will hit

Homie take your shorty lunchbox

And won't feel sh*t

I came from a place where it's basic

But you won't make it

Feds buildin' cases judges who racist

And full of hatred I mean

You ain't never seen the sh*t that I seen