South End

Tweaker rollin' by on a ten-speed

And got a backpack full of shit he just stole

I know his mom, she said he livin' rent free

Up in a basement with a nine-month old

Shit, I seen him like a week ago

At the pawn shop with an iPad and a deck with the face

And I think I'm bout to sneak him, though

Cause I just seen in my motherfuckin' house I might be catchin' a case

You see, this the place that I'm from

You don't know where you at, bitch?

You dripped in chains, don't be dumb

That's just how you get jacked quick

Squatter house you just can't miss

Got ya mouth on the glass dick

Mama just can't figure out why all the walls smell like cat piss

Better pray the pistol jam, it's the land of the shiest

Gamble ya life, towards the end, see

This ain't for the glitz, the glam, Instagram pics

Or anything they could use in court against me

See, I might seem ordinary, cordial, friendly

But unfortunately for you

If you run in my home tryna force an entry

I'ma put you in a motherfuckin' mortuary

State patrollers takin' bribes

All of they statements wrote with blatant lies

Twack fiends tradin' dope just name ya price

And they don't need a favorite quote to break the ice

Now the family mournin, pastor sworn in

Everybody pray and hope you stabilize

Cause you got ya brain exposed, decayed inside

And you ain't gonna make it home today, SURPRISE!

Get to Springhaven Apartments

You can hear the metal ring breakin' through cartlidge

Shot 'em and they let him bleed, stainin' the carpet

He was only 17 chasin' the darkness

Always makin' enemies made him a target

But all of these parents keep takin' the hardships

The percentage these days are the largest

Seems like we ain't ever seen change in the longest

We considered the scum of the earth

Leave us here we get covered in dirt

Stings intended, you stuck with the worst

Police pretending they hustlin' work

Actin' like they free from sin, the sheep get skinned

But they cuffin' ya first

Hooked you up with a microphone

But please remember that come with a skirt

South End ain't that bad, shit, we just got a lot of pockets

And it's just some things you can't ask, shit, now we gettin' off of topic

I know it seems chill, but to be real

You gotta think still, you gotta watch it

It ain't gotta be the Fourth if you wanna see a torch

But what you hearing ain't no bottle rockets, BOW!

I swear to God we got lead in the water

Dead end jobs you ain't gettin' no offers

Half this place full of felons while

You got pedophiles havin' sex with ya daughter

Got friends on dope that can't kick the shit

They probably all do way better at soccer

I stays ready so I don't gotta be

Sarah O'Connor to get to the chopper

I wish this ain't have to be this way

Sometimes I think I might see the day

That the people change all they evil ways

But most the time, I believe it stays

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck

Just tryna hold up the curb so I roll up the herb

Shit ain't new but now you know it occurs

And we really in our own little world

Welcome to the South End