Same youngin from the neighborhood
Still think about the pain a lot
'Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown
Where they spray the block, Like
Niggas scramble 'Less the homie boutta run the fade or not
Like Nigga we came from the ends If one of us go we gon'
Alright
Same youngin from the neighborhood
Still think about the pain a lot
'Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown
Where they spray the block, Like
Niggas scramble 'Less the homie boutta run the fade or not
Like Nigga we came from the ends If one of us go we'll be ready to lay em out
(Check)
Okay
Barely got it out the hard knocks good kid from the zone of Rex
Ran in numbers with my day ones on that back road by the home address, Like
(Yeah, yeah my Nigga)
Neighbors watching for an easy come up better slow the jets
'Fore they make a nigga pull the heavy rollers out the Rolodex
With the same brothers when I'm back in town if niggas scheming in my stamping ground
They prolly thinking we done came up from this rap shit when they ask around
If we holla let the goons out when they roll up we never backing down
I know they'll be ready to ride quick 'fore a hater catch a Nigga lacking now
(Hol up, okay)
Shady faces lurking out the function got 'em heavy hearted Like the weight of a ton
If niggas plotting in the spot for the set-up this shit won't never be the same in the slum
Second they spotted a fella that's not from they end of the block and he came with a gun
Bet they gon' bust out the back of the party I pray that you haters is able to run
Same youngin from the neighborhood
Still think about the pain a lot
'Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown
Where they spray the block, Like
Niggas scramble 'Less the homie boutta run the fade or not
Like Nigga we came from the ends If one of us go we'll be ready to lay em out
In the city summers we was sporting nikes with the winter jackets in the warmer nights
For the humble dollar clocking double daily got me trouble seeking like a form of vice
It's a beater sneaking down a bad block got a back pocket with a war device
If they happen to hop out the civic it's finna be somebody dead by the morning lights
Like catch a coward by the corner creeping keep a clip in the strap
That I pack on my hip let it ripple and crack
A Broken soul but keep the pistol in tact if the opper slide then we equipped to attack
Clap out the whip with the clique in the back if they empty for ammo we itching to scrap
And it's simple as that
Hop and a skip to they spot for the hit where the mission is at
(Hop' up, shhhh)
The dead of night gon' bring the demons out
See the men and black through the tinted glass when it come the time to pull the heaters out
I'm finna blast mine
Niggas sizing up the bros we gon turn that mother f*cker to a flatline
Niggas sizing up the bros we gon' turn that...
(Oh there they go right there my nigga)
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Same youngin from the neighborhood
Still think about the pain a lot
'Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown
Where they spray the block, Like
Niggas scramble 'Less the homie boutta run the fade or not
Like Nigga we came from the ends If one of us go we gon'
Alright
Same youngin from the neighborhood
Still think about the pain a lot
'Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown
Where they spray the block, Like
Niggas scramble 'Less the homie boutta run the fade or not
Like Nigga we came from the ends If one of us go we'll be ready to lay em out
(Check)
Okay
Barely got it out the hard knocks good kid from the zone of Rex
Ran in numbers with my day ones on that back road by the home address, Like
(Yeah, yeah my Nigga)
Neighbors watching for an easy come up better slow the jets
'Fore they make a nigga pull the heavy rollers out the Rolodex
With the same brothers when I'm back in town if niggas scheming in my stamping ground
They prolly thinking we done came up from this rap shit when they ask around
If we holla let the goons out when they roll up we never backing down
I know they'll be ready to ride quick 'fore a hater catch a Nigga lacking now
(Hol up, okay)
Shady faces lurking out the function got 'em heavy hearted Like the weight of a ton
If niggas plotting in the spot for the set-up this shit won't never be the same in the slum
Second they spotted a fella that's not from they end of the block and he came with a gun
Bet they gon' bust out the back of the party I pray that you haters is able to run
Same youngin from the neighborhood
Still think about the pain a lot
'Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown
Where they spray the block, Like
Niggas scramble 'Less the homie boutta run the fade or not
Like Nigga we came from the ends If one of us go we'll be ready to lay em out
In the city summers we was sporting nikes with the winter jackets in the warmer nights
For the humble dollar clocking double daily got me trouble seeking like a form of vice
It's a beater sneaking down a bad block got a back pocket with a war device
If they happen to hop out the civic it's finna be somebody dead by the morning lights
Like catch a coward by the corner creeping keep a clip in the strap
That I pack on my hip let it ripple and crack
A Broken soul but keep the pistol in tact if the opper slide then we equipped to attack
Clap out the whip with the clique in the back if they empty for ammo we itching to scrap
And it's simple as that
Hop and a skip to they spot for the hit where the mission is at
(Hop' up, shhhh)
The dead of night gon' bring the demons out
See the men and black through the tinted glass when it come the time to pull the heaters out
I'm finna blast mine
Niggas sizing up the bros we gon turn that mother f*cker to a flatline
Niggas sizing up the bros we gon' turn that...
(Oh there they go right there my nigga)
Still think about the pain a lot
'Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown
Where they spray the block, Like
Niggas scramble 'Less the homie boutta run the fade or not
Like Nigga we came from the ends If one of us go we gon'
Alright
Same youngin from the neighborhood
Still think about the pain a lot
'Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown
Where they spray the block, Like
Niggas scramble 'Less the homie boutta run the fade or not
Like Nigga we came from the ends If one of us go we'll be ready to lay em out
(Check)
Okay
Barely got it out the hard knocks good kid from the zone of Rex
Ran in numbers with my day ones on that back road by the home address, Like
(Yeah, yeah my Nigga)
Neighbors watching for an easy come up better slow the jets
'Fore they make a nigga pull the heavy rollers out the Rolodex
With the same brothers when I'm back in town if niggas scheming in my stamping ground
They prolly thinking we done came up from this rap shit when they ask around
If we holla let the goons out when they roll up we never backing down
I know they'll be ready to ride quick 'fore a hater catch a Nigga lacking now
(Hol up, okay)
Shady faces lurking out the function got 'em heavy hearted Like the weight of a ton
If niggas plotting in the spot for the set-up this shit won't never be the same in the slum
Second they spotted a fella that's not from they end of the block and he came with a gun
Bet they gon' bust out the back of the party I pray that you haters is able to run
Same youngin from the neighborhood
Still think about the pain a lot
'Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown
Where they spray the block, Like
Niggas scramble 'Less the homie boutta run the fade or not
Like Nigga we came from the ends If one of us go we'll be ready to lay em out
In the city summers we was sporting nikes with the winter jackets in the warmer nights
For the humble dollar clocking double daily got me trouble seeking like a form of vice
It's a beater sneaking down a bad block got a back pocket with a war device
If they happen to hop out the civic it's finna be somebody dead by the morning lights
Like catch a coward by the corner creeping keep a clip in the strap
That I pack on my hip let it ripple and crack
A Broken soul but keep the pistol in tact if the opper slide then we equipped to attack
Clap out the whip with the clique in the back if they empty for ammo we itching to scrap
And it's simple as that
Hop and a skip to they spot for the hit where the mission is at
(Hop' up, shhhh)
The dead of night gon' bring the demons out
See the men and black through the tinted glass when it come the time to pull the heaters out
I'm finna blast mine
Niggas sizing up the bros we gon turn that mother f*cker to a flatline
Niggas sizing up the bros we gon' turn that...
(Oh there they go right there my nigga)