The city that I’m from man it’s kinda serious
I entered the dope game ‘cause I was curious
I used to trip off what these other n*ggas had
When I seen my n*ggas with mail man it kinda had me mad
Cause I was broke and lookin’ hella bummy
Lookin’ like a dummy, with no f*ckin’ money
And that’s why a n*gga, first got fronted
My folks gave me a half and said “bring me back 200”
That’s all a n*gga needed, to get on my feet
And try to work my way up to an o-z
And when a n*gga buy an ounce, I’m gon’ try to bounce
Get a gang of baggies, stack my D up in 100 counts
Post on the set from late night till in the morning
Gots to get my mail if it’s raining or snowing
Cause that’s how it is when a n*gga’s on his G
I don’t got a job, so I gots to sell D
My mama ain’t ???
To get nicer sh*t a n*gga gots to sell dope
Cause that cocaine pays the muthaf*ckin bills man
Straight food stamps and sh*t is how my family gets a meal
A n*gga straight broke, but I’m tryna get major
So I can get a f*ckin’ phone and a pager
And do it the right way, straight on the under
So I can have clout and get major like these other brothers
Cause that’s all on my mind, to be hella up
So I can roll a 5 gold ?? with hella bump
Yeah, the turf I’ma sow it up
But where I live, that’s just a part of growing up
In my hood, it’s all good each and everyday
n*ggas walk around with 9 milli’s and their AK’s
But damn, I think it’s a pity
At how n*ggas livin’ up in the inner city