[Intro: Reed Dollaz]

--day that I'm buried, I'mma stunt on niggas

Put my sneaker in his ass and my blunt on niggas

[Verse: Meek Mill]

Yeah, I'm from the hood where it's dark outside

Them late nights, you can't walk outside without a gun

I send my bloodhounds to bark outside

We'll get to chopping, have the coppers bring the chalk outside when you done

Never chilling, ‘cause the narcs outside, and they watching like a hawk outside

Yeah, ‘cause round here, there's niggas dying younger than me And I'm only 17, just as young as can be

In the struggle, my stomach touching, now, who hungry as me?

Nigga, I'll bust you for a fucking grub, you stuck in thе streets

Just like you, a lot of niggas just like me

Just likе you, a lot of niggas dislike me

Just like you, hating-and-debating ass niggas

Get-knocked-probably-fold-like-paper ass niggas

Back in the days, yeah, I used to ride pedal bikes

Now we up to date and I'm running round with metal like

Nine milis, 40 cal, .380 berettas like

Rugers, Lugers, and Uzis to move your body left and right

Put that battery in his back

I'm the reason that he walk like that, gotta talk like that

You spark on me, I'ma spark right back

Run up on 'em with a .40, he be off like that

We them boys in the hood, making noise in the hood

Niggas wanna play around, bring them toys in the hood

.40 auto spray around, leave a boy in the hood

With his brains on the ground and his boy filled with blood

Like, bang, bang, bang, “Them boys ain't no good”

That’s what everybody say, them boys misunderstood

Respect us, or expect them boys to come with hoods

With gats that go “Grrrat!”, that boy ain't looking good