They tend to brag about the glory
These other rappers tend to bore me
Aye I'm in a different category
Shit you only know half of my story
Let me take them back to '92
Paint a vivid picture is all a nigga trying to do
It was crazy back then I'm just reminding you
Was moving fast know I passed by a sign or two
Chasing cash don't you ask what that grind will do
The south side was the location to survive was the motivation
Add a year to 95' I'm on probation
Yea I know I should be slow pacing
But the streets calling
Watching all the drug dealers hit the streets balling
Ducking drive by's was a once a week thang
The ice cream man couldn't come where we hang
Or them outsiders from another block
Hearing sirens all night we never trusted cops
In the morning you was lucky nigga if the bus would stop
Yellow tape on the scene full of bullet shells
This is hell but we act as if we couldn't tell
Dead center of the trap is where I could've failed
'94 is when the flood hit
They selling drugs busting slugs on that thug shit
It wasn't no love wasn't no hugs give a f*ck bitch
That's the poison everybody had a dose of
In the back of the projects where they post up
Smoking weed playing cards drinking hard liquor
Ain't no facade if you start you'll get scarred nigga
We was flipping down the hills leading to the park
But we never hit them hills when it's after dark
Gunshots ranging out became normal
It's a funeral attendance if a nigga dressing formal
Another brother dead took a shot to the head
Living in the gutta give a f*ck about the pledge
Living on the edge one slip and then it's over
Dealing with it all I'm surprised I'm still sober
Damn