Uh, and when the hawk out, you know to watch what you talk ′bout

Them marks is not about pride and if you was outside

You made it home before it was dark outTo play the couch with pop-pop, the smart route

'Cause it′s not for hopscotch when that chalk out

And it's not the pop-lock when they dance on you

It ain't a pat on the back when they hands on you and sickin′ they mans on you

Times is terrify′

You gotta keep the fear in check like it's verified

Some boys took the respect and some may never try

They said, you never raised your voice and never ride

And they ain′t never lied

You couldn't fare through the tolls and snares

You be in people hearts and minds, thoughts and prayers

Leave the street shit there to its rightful heirs

And don′t front like a new set of white veneers

Dery, Peter and paintball 'til the debt was cleared

You had to let a low lamb take flight in the ear

Or prolly loosen the kick drums, tighten the snares

I′m tryna take food from wolves and fightin' with bears

Who'da bid the sight of blood get you light in the head?

You would cry, "Help" and play police might interfere

Stay with the angels, walk like Egyptian

The Bengals and scripts gettin′ flipped, the whole hood on angles

A significant amount of trauma will change you

The "Keep gettin′ in and out of drama" will drain you

For what it's came to, I ain′t gon' say that I blame you

When you angry, ain′t no management to complain to

When a personal hell is uniquely spelled

Out of shotgun shells from a DP-12

Is it the monster from within or nine-inch nails

That make us constantly defend or hurt ourselves?

Aha

And when it's brick out, you know to slow down your big mouth

′Cause niggas be in the cut with guns as big enough

To huff, then puff, then blow down the brick house

The sight's make you submit and cash your chips out

Extendos are so long, it sticks out

Some big row swore they was built then bitched out

Some Cub Scout caps was spilt to get clout

And then they switched routes

'Cause when it all spiral out of control

No mistake, you gotta shake, break, rattle, and roll

And when the snake stick his fake head out of the hole

He gettin′ clipped when the state says he not on parole

I seen cats in the cab with the gats in the bag

Pull up on you smokin′ a shore, then ask for a drag

Then attack you for bad, do a snatch, then a stab

Then collapse through the cracks like rats in a lab

It's wild

We′ve got to stop