[Jay Rock] Growing up I was a knucklehead Boy you never listen to me, that's what my mama said I'm from the projects, I ain't never had shit Me and my older brother, we had to share a mattress No heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit My daddy left me at eight, in and out my life and shit Gang bangers, dope dealers replaced my father Neighborhood hustlers taught me to get them dollars That's when I became a problem, product of my environment It's hard to grow up to be a doctor or a fireman when you constantly seeing that G-ride tires screeching and them shots firing all the time, it happens frequently The hood inspired him, to be a G I bled for the game, did it all for the letter B The big homie gave me the name Jay Rock This ain't no rap gimmick, this a real life story of Watts living, nigga
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] You can take, me out the hood But you can't take the hood out me And that's the way that it will forever be And I can't help it, I'm gutter Why should I change now when all my life I've been gang banged out? That project shit run deep in my veins now And I can't help it Ooh, my Lord knows that I can't help it
[Jay Rock] Let me take you on a detour, east side Watts Niggas who go in projects Follow me home to my black and white apartments Police roll through with caution, scared to death The homies got tats across them Capital B.H. over they necks, since birth banging the set Even hoes banging the set Some ain't, but most is hood rats, they looking for the buck Them trash cans lay in the street, ghetto technique for drive-bys For the low them five dollars will get you high Dice games, YGs, fist fights Six-fo's, El Co's, G-rides and mini-bikes Might see a couple of zombies late night Off what? Off pipe Membrane dead right, no lie Something in the bushes, either the AK or the .45, no lie Raised in the ghetto with rats and roaches Smokers on porches getting high off yola It's colder north, but my city's the coldest Where we ain't promised to see the morning, nigga
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[Jay Rock] You could take me out the hood, but the hood will never leave me I'm still banging, I'm still hanging The only difference is I'm not slanging, nickels and dimes More like slanging these rap lines Verses of truth, when I step in the booth Niggas know I pour my soul for the struggling youth For that fatherless son who needed love, so he ran with a crew Grew up before his older brother did, gin and juice replaced the pain I knew, carrying thangs to school Them niggas was tripping, I wasn't banging the blue But they had to respect me, I never ran from who? Nobody, put my faith in God It's amazing how I overcame them odds On my momma, this past year, my life has slightly been revised But notice I said slightly cause me being absent from where I came from, that's unlikely nigga
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