Текст песни
I was robbin systems back in eight
Show me if you have the guts to come make me behave
Cause we were tryna sleep through all the shots on twenty-eight Woke up to my mama crying, shoulda seen her face boy
I been stained before, and no it's nothing new
They keep running they mouth, they would never wear these shoes Your screen is your protection, I got shooters loose
Angels all around me, but I'm a demon too
Tell me, have you ever had your homie gunned down, huh?
Body in the street (huh!)
Bloody concrete (fuck!)
When I got the news man, I could barely breathe, uh
Grew up on the southside
Grew up on the south, south
Grew up on the southside, shit went (beep)
Mama had to pray before going to the store
And my curfew was at six or there'd be bodies on the floor
And this the shit I dealt with and I could tell you more
Grew up on the southside, grew up on the south, south Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty, twenty, twenty eight
Tell me now, tell me now, tell me is it safe
Tell me why, tell me why, the window's not in place Tell me now, tell me now, tell me is it safe
Tell me how, tell me how, we can get away