[Chorus]

I grew up near a porn shop, next to an old lot

Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop

Next to an arcade, where they say they sold rock

Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot

[Verse 1]

Next to a bar full of bikers, yeah dope spot

Jim & I's yeah, two died, five more shot

Shooter had grenades and an AK-47

Now I hear somebody yellin' (hey-hey!)

Clear the whole block, thirteen short

Bulldog with his lobes cropped

Khaki Dickies shorts pulled up, blanco socks

Representing CO

Yеah the whole box, life is likе a- Fuck you

Take the whole box, life outlined

In chalk, I let 'em all watch

Bodies in the street getting caught

Now there's no talk, no platitudes, no bullshit

No plot, where's ya attitude now kid?

And it don't stop, had an enemy and a friend

They were both shot, one had it coming, the other?

He had a whole lot to offer to the world before he left it

It's a cold drop in the bucket for those who wept but never phoned cops

Slow it down, slow it down

Cuz if it come around it goes around, goes around

No it don't Op- ti-mism it ain't got no heart

If you can't stop digging holes in your own yard

[Chorus]

I grew up near a porn shop, next to an old lot

Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop

Next to an arcade, where they say they sold rock

Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot

[Verse 2]

Rappin' at a party till I heard a gun go pop

Everybody runnin' in the smoke and out the door

Pop, pop pop, there's even more shots

Left the youngin leakin' on the floor like an old mop

The inner G in me was clouding up my own thoughts

I ain't a G but what I mean is what I watched, got no shock

That type of energy is so dark

Tryna clean my state of mind up with a soapbox

That's grown talk, Colorado box State

State of mind brainwash, get it? That's a soapbox

No, cuz a rapper like me gets no props

I don't look the part or play the part, I ain't an actor

I got no props

You see a little bit of pride do a whole lot

Homie had a little .45 he a show cock

He in my ride like "Drive" I'm like "No ock"

You gonna get me 4 to 5 on a co-op

Sing along, sing along

And if you don't belong, don't be long, don't be long

Now that's a throat chop

He shut the door and then the door locked

Lead in hand, where you be headed man?

[Chorus]

He said the old block next to a porn shop, next to an old lot

Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop

Next to an arcade, where they say they sold rock

Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot

Porn shop

Old lot

Liquor store

[Verse 3]

It always starts out simple then it goes far

Saw a kid get crippled by a crowbar

Then kicked in the temple, he was limp

They were mental cuz he meant to do the same, but it flipped

And now he getting hit in the brain by the weapon that he threaten 'em with

And it came from his own car

That's that system circling no star

That's that imprisoned son when he don't know Pa

And the ones he know, found dead on a boulder

Tom, Abe, George and Ted all faux pas

Yes sir, no sir, here's a gold star

G.I. Joe, Gung ho, what you know doc?

Where your pops at kid, he's a soldier

You know they're instrumental, yeah, no bars

Still they pull up in fatigues

On some teens without a means

Sign them up for the Marines then they'll go far

Speed 'em up, speed it up

PTSD eats 'em up, eats 'em up

And it don't stop

Memories like these got a no-knock warrant on these old thoughts

Yeah, of the old block

[Chorus]

I grew up near a porn shop, next to an old lot

Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop

Next to an arcade, where they say they sold rock

Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot