Verse 1 - Thumpz416ix

Ayo, it bothers a ton /
How the block full of fatherless sons huh? /
See dad’s love is minimal so thugs and criminals father they sons /
Ladies scorned so babies born while they daughters is young /

Look, he has no diploma and exceeds broke /
So he sippin wit aroma of the weed smoke /
And shorty no model /
Her soul hallow /
And a whole bottle of corona she can deep throat /

Mans hustling - pocketing cash /
They selling pills, coke, crack rock and the grass /
Stick up dudes got a glock and a mask /
Run up on you and make you give it up like you stopping a task /

Damn, yeah, look what this land done /
Grandma crying cuz she lost another grandson /
It’s like everyone got a handgun /
Shoot, this game foul like a and one /
GOD help us /


Hook

Man dem slang on the strip, yeah /
Moving wit the thang on they hip /
They’ll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh /
This is what I see, yeah /

On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /

Verse 2 - Thumpz416ix

Yo, let me walk you through his mind state
He the reason for the crime rate /
Money on his Mind as he Taste the Chronic /
And he Looking for Bills Wit Dead Prime Ministers Faces on It /

Uh, Throwing Up the Set That he From, Yeah the Crew Straight /
And Hate Expect It to Come Like a Due Date /
He Got the New Tape /
By the Dude Drake
If You Reading This It's Too Late /
Knocking Energy /

Lighting Up Woods He Don't Rock Wit Centuries /
He taking Shots of Hennessy /
He saying that his man switched up so He Not a Friend of Me /
Gossip's a Disease but his glock the Remedy /

It's Over When He Spot his Enemy /
He’ll Pull Out, Cock It and Pop It till His Top Like Kennedy /
Blood on the Ground Mixed Wit Thoughts and Memories /
Put him in a box Like a Hockey Penalty / (He gone)


Hook

Man dem slang on the strip, yeah /
Moving wit the thang on they hip, yeah, yeah /
They’ll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh /
This is what I see, yeah /

On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /

Verse 3 - Eshon Burgundy

Yo, nothing is pretty about the blocks in my city /
Having memories of the glock that hit me /
Try stretch me /
Yeah, opps try to test me /
But The LORD bless me /
This is a land where they program man to draw quickly /

Yeah, everybody starving so to eat they gon kill for it /
Everybody hurting for every pain there’s a pill for it /
Round here money is messiah so they kneel for it /
For some the act of murder gets them higher than a billboard /

Talk bout the best, aim for the chest and above /
They put you on a mission, you put in work and it’s love /
The moment you causing friction that’s when they get you touched /
I hope you listen, too many of us returning to the dust /

It’s a cycle it’s always been a cycle /
But now we give the cycles titles and make em our rivals /
I watched dedicated killas still pray for survival /
They live by the code of the streets in place of the bible /

Hook

Man dem slang on the strip, yeah /
Moving wit the thang on they hip, yeah, yeah /
They’ll let it bang if you trip, rahh, rahh /
This is what I see, yeah /

On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /
On my block, in my city /
Rahh rahh
Yeah