From The Town?

Around my block, cycle of life cut short Mommas losing they sons, they had enough hurt Pride mixed with henny leaves many stubborn Stuck in the habits of having the blunts burned Bodies stacking as I see em laying on the curb I graduated college but what the f*ck did I learn I had dreams of carrying my diploma, shit I earned Parents come from villages, houses made of dirt I did it for the hood and homies resting on shirts I put my city on, that was my only concern F*ck the opposition, they get what they deserve Cause a brother like me ain't so easy to observe I don't bang but somehow I represent it, Thug life, don't you ever disrespect it Live through my consequences from living in trenches Have your mouth washed up like you leaving the dentist It's 40 low It takes a lot from me to continue from my mistakes Hustle and opportunity with the shit I create I know life is hard, this aint something to debate I know many aint with us and can never celebrate The streets be so full, and the people be empty God gon save me, even if sin tempts me Empty this whole clip but karma don't let me I been to hell and back where they finna send me Lately my brothers been down and it's heavy The streets too cold and people be deadly Hit a few licks, make sure to count every penny Keep on pushing till the day we driving Bentleys just trying to capitalize, keep our status alive This block shit, you simply cannot categorize This block shit, you simply cannot categorize