Same youngin from the neighborhood

Still think about the pain a lot

‘Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown

Where they spray the block, Like

**** scramble ‘Less the homie boutta run the fade or not

Like **** we came from the ends If one of us go we gon’

Alright

Same youngin from the neighborhood

Still think about the pain a lot

‘Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown

Where they spray the block, Like

**** scramble ‘Less the homie boutta run the fade or not

Like **** we came from the ends If one of us go we’ll be ready to lay em out

(Check)

Okay

Barely got it out the hard knocks good kid from the zone of Rex

Ran in numbers with my day ones on that back road by the home address, Like

(Yeah, yeah my ****)

Neighbors watching for an easy come up better slow the jets

‘Fore they make a **** pull the heavy rollers out the Rolodex

With the same brothers when I’m back in town if **** scheming in my stamping ground

They prolly thinking we done came up from this rap shit when they ask around

If we holla let the goons out when they roll up we never backing down

I know they’ll be ready to ride quick ‘fore a hater catch a **** lacking now

(Hol up, okay)

Shady faces lurking out the function got ‘em heavy hearted Like the weight of a ton

If **** plotting in the spot for the set-up this shit won’t never be the same in the slum

Second they spotted a fella that’s not from they end of the block and he came with a gun

Bet they gon’ bust out the back of the party I pray that you haters is able to run

Same youngin from the neighborhood

Still think about the pain a lot

‘Cause we done seen the way it goes down In my hometown

Where they spray the block, Like

**** scramble ‘Less the homie boutta run the fade or not

Like **** we came from the ends If one of us go we’ll be ready to lay em out

In the city summers we was sporting nikes with the winter jackets in the warmer nights

For the humble dollar clocking double daily got me trouble seeking like a form of vice

It’s a beater sneaking down a bad block got a back pocket with a war device

If they happen to hop out the civic it’s finna be somebody dead by the morning lights

Like catch a coward by the corner creeping keep a clip in the strap

that I pack on my hip let it ripple and crack

A Broken soul but keep the pistol in tact if the opper slide then we equipped to attack

Clap out the whip with the clique in the back if they empty for ammo we itching to scrap

And it’s simple as that

Hop and a skip to they spot for the hit where the mission is at

(Hop’ up, shhhh)

The dead of night gon’ bring the demons out

See the men and black through the tinted glass when it come the time to pull the heaters out

I’m finna blast mine

**** sizing up the bros we gon turn that mother fucker to a flatline

**** sizing up the bros we gon’ turn that…

(Oh there they go right there)