作词 : Chester Roscoe/Carl-Mikael Berlander
作曲 : Chester Roscoe/Carl-Mikael Berlander
[INTRO]
Real RX
[VERSE]
I used to wake up in my room, in the mornin'
Put on my dirty shoes in the mornin'
Heard momma cryin' last night
Think the lights finna go out
Only thing on my mind is hittin' a lick
Her nigga in prison for doin' some ****
Say I'ma go to prison for doin' some ****
Only thing on my mind is boomin' a *****
12 Shout Street,I hated that house
I had to learn early on bein' a man about
My momma ain't never buy me ****
I sold ***** and robbed for all my ****
Momma said,"Baby,that was years ago"
"Don't stress about **** that happened years ago"
This **** 'd take a ***** years to know
I cried in the cold 'til my tears was froze
I hit a lick to help my momma out
How the **** my mom the one to kick me out?
How the **** you gonna send me out to the streets?
How the **** you gonna say i can't come home to sleep?
How the **** I come out your p sexy and you choose your husband like you knew that nigga before me?
How the **** you gon' turn your back on me?
How the **** you gon' leave me flat on E?
How you gon' do that, knowin' they killed my dad?
You supposed to be my mom and my dad
I wish that ******* house would burn down
I couldn't tell you then but, **** , I'll tell you now
For so many years, I held it down
I never in my life wanted to sell *****
I would've been cool with playin' games and ****
But instead,I'm runnin' with the gang and ****
Robberies done turned into shootings
Your son done did a gang and ****
lt'd take a year to explain this ****
We don't stay safe, we stay dangerous
They took my brother, that ****** me up
Perc' after Perc', they ******* me up
Thousand Percs later, still don't do nothin'
****'s barely workin', they're supposed to make me numb
Had flashbacks to when I was young
******s used to laugh and call me a bum
I was with Face, shot my first gun
Before Neo or Jet Li,I was the one
My momma ain't see it but the streets did
Said I wouldn't be ****,streets made me ****
Going through withdrawal, got me sick
I'm stretched back to back, I'm 'bout to flip
Don't look at me funny, you don't know **** 'bout me
Stood on the block with dreams of an Audi
Had a nightmare sleepin' in my Audi
A nigga caught me lackin' and pulled me out it
Big-ass pistol to my mouthpiece
And it happened in front of 12 Stout Street