My Neighborhood

Yo. Yo If there's one thing I know I aint going back to where I used to be I'm moving up Cuz I know where I been I aint going back I've tasted the sky And its not bad I've seen me the top And I been around I've been to the bottom Then dropped down If you don't really know what I'm talking bout Don't you ever try to tell me to Pipe down Cuz I know what I know And I know it good I'm sick of my neighborhood And I'm sick Of the fighting And the cussing And the fussing And the bust-ins And the neighbors When they rustling All night long And the cops when They busting in With they sirens And they lights on Computer on Duty calls Radio Gps Cellphone Taser on the front Glock on the side ready For burning off All these devices Why the fucking body camera Always be turning off And why them little kids In the street always yelling Why them old ladies Mean mugging like a felon Leaky ceiling Bad feeling Last week Another killing (damn) Gunshots Fun stops In my head There runs thoughts And I ain't talking bout No dirty hoes Skate park with my nerdy bros Twenty one, then twenty five Next thing you know There thirty goes I ain't tryna be in this hood forever I'm just tryna be good forever Like good with cheddar Good with bank tellers Or great even It's like good but better I ain't upset I'm just A lil fed up wit the way that it be Mama never said it wouldnt Pay to be free Pay for the G Chillin with the homies Never paid for the green (nah) Killing every brain cell Wasting in me Like a waster just Chasing a dream Just chasing a dream So the marijuana smoke In the air I can feel it Homeless man push his cart Three wheeling Every-damn-one Where I'm from drug dealing Dirty lil town Getting lil bit old So I know where I been I ain't going back I've tasted the sky And it's not bad I've seen me the top And I been around I've been to the bottom Then dropped down If you don't really know what I'm talking bout Don't you ever try to tell me to Pipe down Cuz I know what I know And I know it good I'm sick of my neighborhood Yeah Its the way that it be Every motherfucker that I see Is somebody chasing a thing And placing a little bitty face on And pacing Until a killa staging and Making a scene But thats the thing Everybody from the CG Just waiting to see What they could someday Possibly Maybe be Until they go out and they find it And it just aint the scene They wanna cop On second thought Maybe the hood is in my genes Maybe these apartments (yah) These homies (yah) This kickbacks in this street Maybe they made me who I am Whether the Grande or the grand Whether I never sell a record Or I sell a hundred grand (yeah) Maybe I'll be trash forever Fist bump Don't shake my hand cuz I know where I been I'm the king there (King) Tryna make it out it don't Seem fair (damn) Till all my boys Are getting laid (ha) And all my boys Are getting paid (ha) That Hollywood life runs too fast Chasing that life while Life runs past And selling my soul nah I'm good I think I'll stick with My neighborhood I think I'll stick with My neighborhood I think I'll stick with My neighborhood Aha