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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I watch homies live life for the drugs
Suicide, lose life by the drugs
Locked up, move white on the low
Vito, Money, Jessy, man I gotta pray for 'em, oh yeah
How you live life when you workin' three jobs?
And you still can't survive, you behind on your rent, I dont know?
It just doesn't make sense, I don't know?
So I stay in the streets with my boys
I come from poverty man, aye
Searchin' for ways to get out, aye
No love, real rough growin' up
Click click, bang bang two times
Whole city know my name, like a runnin' back
Keep comin' with the hits, I better run it back
I used to feel like I just never fit in
It's ironic how things make there way around
My people got needs, I see homeless in streets
But we keep buildin' buildings we don't really need
More money, more money, more money, more money
This for my ones who be ballin' on budgets
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Rollin' through my hood
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Rollin' through my hood like
My hood, my hood, my hood
My hood, my hood, my hood
This is for my hood
I watch homies live life for the drugs
Suicide, lose life by the drugs
Locked up, move white on the low
Vito, Money, Jessy, man I gotta pray for 'em, oh yeah
Pay check to pay check, increase in minimum wages
Let's have a baby, one and then two and then three and then four
Decrease in hours, then laid off our jobs
No where to go, so we start usin' drugs
Chop it and bag it, we whippin' it up
The money we love it, we riskin' it all
All for some freedom, until we get caught
The system was built and the circle lives on yeah
The struggle is real man
No love, real rough growin' up