ScaryTale

Look all we saw was hustling, and we barely saw husbands Niggas love these streets, but these streets never love em From my momma side i grew up round my auntie and my cousins Granddaddy on the steps, junkies by the corner buzzing In the summertime, cold snowing getting mixxy Ironic when they push the weight, these niggas getting skinny Plus our grades extra low, graduation looking iffy As long as our stomachs full and pockets never empty, yeah i know Cut the bottom off the crates, whenever we balled Cause there's yellow tape and shell casings spread out on the courts Rap music, church, pimps, whores, and some liquor stores Mental illnesses before we knew what that shit was called uh Niggas ran in cribs when the neighbors was out Ayo, we should've stayed in school, picked a safer way out Sleeping in your northface, when the radiator's down The heat from the oven, warming up the whole house, ya'll don't know about it I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds And wake up to some mice on these traps now Gospel music playing yeah that sound With the grim reaper in the background I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds And wake up to some mice on these traps now Gospel music playing yeah that sound With the grim reaper in the background Gospel music playing, but that shit ain't never working Kirk Franklin never came and seen, one of us in person Drugs and guns was never hidden, we could always see em surface And if we pass twenty five, that's to be determined First, we splashing in the water from the johnny pump Next, mom give you a dollar for that ice cream truck By the time you hit your teens, gotta find you a gun And by twenty one, hoping that your karma don't catch up, look In the crib domestic violence, roaches and the rats With drug residue, the hallway smell like garbage or like crack Ain't nobody eating healthy, candy was always our snacks Surviving off mixing water with some kool aid packs uhh Drug addicts as neighbors, learn and pick up they behaviors Presidents and mayors, ain't gon stop by here to save us Middle fingers to the boys in blue, they racist haters And everybody competition when you on your way up Stay alive nigga I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds And wake up to some mice on these traps now Gospel music playing yeah that sound With the grim reaper in the background If you ain't from here, don't come around here If you ain't from here, don't come around here If you ain't from here, don't come around here If you ain't from here, don't come around here If you ain't from here, don't come around here If you ain't from here, don't come a, don't come yeah If you ain't from here, don't come around here If you ain't from here, don't come around here nigga