The pain

The game

The cheese

The hoes

The backstabbers

It bleeds

It shows

The work you flip

I iced the wrist

I’m posed to bitch

I worked for this

The houses

The cars

The Uber’s

The chauffeurs

Look at my city

Damn, Don’t she look so pretty

But she can do you shitty

She ain’t got no pitty

The hookers

The tricks

The pushers

And The pimps

Niggas who repent

Cause of where they was sent

Living with regret

Thank god they ain’t snitch

Division

The culturе

The prisons

The vultures

Thе ones who create it

Fuck the ones who take it over

The range

The rover

I pull up at nova

With money in the pocket

Nigga, try to stop it

I’m good with precision

Pop lock n drop it

That’s how we treat our target

You don’t want to start it

The pain

The game

The cheese

The hoes

The backstabbers

It bleeds

It shows

The work you flip

I iced the wrist

I’m posed to bitch

I worked for this

I put the hood on it

Take the beat do good on it

You don’t want it

Nah, you don’t want it

I put the hood on it

Take the beat do good on it

You don’t want it

Nah, you don’t want it

I’m from the city

Where love’s hard to find

Where they idolize

Artificial shine

Like fake gold

Greatest story ever told

And if you didn’t know

Watch the story unfold

The biggies

The pacs

The Jay z’s and The Nas

That when you from the hood

You just wonna be a star

The horrors

The killers

The killings

The murders

That when you from the hood

You just gotta be a burglar

The Mayors

The governors

The fucking president

That if they from where I’m from

Would they make it?

The pain

The game

The cheese

The hoes

The backstabbers

It bleeds

It shows

The work you flip

I iced the wrist

I’m posed to bitch

I worked for this