U Know Ft. Freeway (Produced By Hi-Tek)
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Ghetto survivalist, tryna survive it then
Working the nine to fifth, the nine to five anonymous
The problem was acute attraction to where drama was
To Donna's crib, a fifth of Henny and some Parliaments
Sometimes I wish my daddy knew about a condom then
The time he spent on corners I was tryna find a pen
Tryna perfect my craft adjacent to the money on ave
Niggas laugh, now they papers are plat
Stick to them raps, war stories from my homies gory on tour
My auntie called me proudly Cory, now the streets applaud me
Sorry, I ain't got time, I'm raising youngsters
Zeki heard the narration of Brenda placing seed in dumpsters
Them was the summers, something got in us, we turned to sinners
Never seen Santa 'til Kool Moe Dee rapping Christmas image
Beat the streets, I made it, one thousand weeks I waited
You know, you know, I'm hood graduated
The hood, the trap, the block, no matter what you calling it
The politics of power is to keep us powerless
The beast, the belly, more than ready to devour us
Hiccup or gobble up, spit out or swallow us
Come take a ride with us, corner to corner, what
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
And you know, you know, it just is what it is
You know, you know, it just is what it is
I got these four corners in my mind
Picture any ghetto USA, you'll find
Yin and the yang, it's hard to explain
How one corner there's a gun shop
Right across from the Sunday church bells
That corner that roll L's in front of the liquor store
The fourth corner where small kids
Looking out the gate at recess, at excess life inhalation
Swallow the whole scene, seek ventilation
Tryna breathe through the situation
How do we turn fine wine from moldy grapes
A hopeless place into a hopeful state
From indignation to "Yes, we can" chants
Destiny grants escapisms from mental states
Where we await prisons, the drama make living barely bearable
Young kids seek knowledge if you available
None comparable to ghetto love
Married to pain, with this ring I wed
The alleyways and gaze through window panes upset
At the coulda wouldas, the hooded brothers I grew up with
And knew they mothers, now they thugs fucked up
For every tragedy there's a success story
Reality is bugged, street tales of ghetto love
The hood, the trap, the block, no matter what you calling it
The politics of power is to keep us powerless
The beast, the belly, more than ready to devour us
Hiccup or gobble up, spit out or swallow us
Come take a ride with us, corner to corner, what
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
And you know, you know, it just is what it is
You know, you know, it just is what it is
I do this for the hood, I'm one of y'all
If there's drama, know that I'm not running off
On my mama, I'm in Raleigh, Carolina where the llama
Tried to run up with the hood, put one in y'all
And my grandmother, she said a loudmouth
Will put a soft butt in trouble, quit running yours
'Fore I blast and the blood keep running
And the docs can't stop it and the nurse keep wanting gauze
Meanwhile we punting, we running raw
We running track, squaring with N.E.R.D
And we do it all while touring the map
DeShaun Jack, bring the ball back, 80 yards
I am Philly Free and I don't care who shorty is
Shorty try me, forty-orty break shorty off
Don't shorty know I been an OG
Don't make me make the Boyz N the Hood take shorty walk
The hood, the trap, the block, no matter what you calling it
The politics of power is to keep us powerless
The beast, the belly, more than ready to devour us
Hiccup or gobble up, spit out or swallow us
Come take a ride with us, corner to corner, what
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
And you know, you know, it just is what it is
You know, you know, it just is what it is