Yeah, yeah, uhh
Fell back, felt like I was hustlin' backwards
Playin' in the game different
From dunkin' in practice (damn)
City showed me my first racthet
From under a mattress
Now every gun we got is sticks
So it come with attachments (word)
Trappin', slicin' raw before I made
My way to court
My momma taught me right from wrong
So it ain't her fault so play your part
Make your moves but be razor sharp
I'm from where they drop out of school
But still be laid in chalk
This a dark place
We come from humble beginnings
Just means we wouldn't have it if
We ain't hustle to get it
Extra water in the pot make
It fluff when it finish
They found out kids in the spot
They gon' double your sentence (real shit)
I just talk about my life
But to some it's offensive
It's like nigga sippin'
Sufferin' from a condition
It's called the streets and get in
And it fuck up your system (uhh)
'Cause the pain you been through
Start numbin' your senses, yeah

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Writer(s): JEREMIE SCORPIO PENNICK