**** wanna act hard, tweeting from they backyard

But we know they ain't really 'bout shit (We know they ain't really 'bout shit)

He say he from the hood, but he from the 'burbs

Just watch how swollen his mouth get (Watch how swollen his mouth get)

Home of the crackheads and them drug dealers

And hustlers and robbers and them cat'pillars

Home of the crackheads and them drug dealers

And hustlers and robbers and them cat'pillars

Dangerous (Dangerous)

The streets get dangerous (The streets get dangerous)

Dangerous (Dangerous)

Boy, you don't wanna play with us (Boy, you don't wanna play with us)

I done been through a lot of shit, don't know how to cope with it

(How to cope with it)

Mama smoking crack and snorting hella coke and shit

I ain't had a mom in years, but I try my best

She'd rather side with a fat fuck who won't even break a sweat

But at least I got my pops, though (At least I got my pops, though)

Only reason I'm alive and I ain't lost hope

A lot of blood on my block, boy, this shit get treacherous

(Shit get treacherous)

A hundred rounds in the Glock, who you testing, bitch?

I'm from a city where **** don't make it out

Unless you make a milli' and they don't kill you before you bounce

I got trust issues

****'ll smile up in your face, but they don't fuck with you

I done learned a lot of times, never leave the crib without that gun with you

(Never leave the crib without that gun with you)

'Cause they'll squeeze on that trigger until they done with you

Now his head on the pavement, nobody giving no statements

And the fools who did it, down in México for vacation

Now his whole family crying and lighting candles on that corner

'Cause he had a baby coming, was 'bout to get his diploma

He was eighteen, stuck in the skreets, but he had some big dreams

Flipping the cocaine to get a grill, young Jay-Z

(Was eighteen, stuck in the skreets, but he had some big dreams)

(Flipping the cocaine to get a grill, young Jay-Z)

H-to-the-E-dub-G-O-E, I got his bitch hitting high notes like CeeLo Green

I was taught, if a **** shoot, you better shoot right back (Fuck)

It could jam on you, that's why you gotta keep two pipes packed

I ain't rapping, I'm just rambling (I'm just talking shit)

'Cause I ain't got nobody to talk about it with, so I just handle it

All on my own, when I'm quiet at home

I really miss all my brothers, it hurts, long live they souls

I'ma get rich 'fore I die and pass it down to my bros

'Cause I ain't really tryna live a life like this anymore

I know one day I'ma look back and thank God that I made it out

Through all the trials and tribulations, anxiety, and the doubt

I'm out