I been on the road so long, I forgot what kind of cars I got I rap so much I forgot what kind of bars I got Rose in the concrete, rose to the top Son of a gun, raised by a Glock Georgia Power was off I was raised in the dark I don't know if it faze me or not No telling If I didn't turn 15 I wouldn't have been a felon (I bought it) [?] the violence in my stick shift If you don't shoot or get shot at you ain't go through adolescents If you ain't go through all the pressure, You ain't get all of your blessings What you know about not being able to re up going through depression What you do about aggression, What you do about confession If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing
If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing
Crunching numbers with [?] heads 7 figures in Buckhead I get dope too that's enough bread Money tall so it's enough said It was toom poom, Baby amp and big U stand for upset I can tell you where the plug at he over there where my cuz at Say I'm under the influence I was down stairs where the drugs at 40 cal, 50 cal, even my momma tote a pistol now They call on that Crenshaw only thing we need is a mister child You already know what this about, I shouldn't be riding around with this amount Cause I can take your bitch with this amount And take her on a trip with this amount I look like a lick, act like I'm rich Talk like a whip, walk like a brick Fly like a blimp, right over the public If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing
If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing
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