Neighborhood

I been on the road so long
I forgot what kind of cars I got
I rap so much I forgot what
Kind of bars I got
Rose in the concrete, grows to the top
Son of a gun, raised by a Glock
Georgia Power was off I was
Raised in the dark
I don't know if it faze me or not no telling
If I didn't turn 15 I
Wouldn't have been a felon (I bought it)
I bought the violence in my stick shift
If you don't shoot or get shot
At you ain't go through adolescents
If you ain't go through all the pressure
You ain't get all of your blessings
What you know about not being able
To re up going through depression
What you do about aggression
What you do about confession
If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing

If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing
If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing
If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing

Crunching numbers with dust heads
7 figures in Buckhead
I get dough till it's enough bread
Money tall so it's enough said
It was toom poom
Baby amp and big U stand for upset
I can tell you where the plug at
He over there where my cuz at
Say I'm under the influence I was
Down stairs where the drugs at
40 cal, 50 cal
Even my momma tote a pistol now
They call on that Crenshaw only thing
We need is a mister child
You already know what this about
I shouldn't be riding around with this amount
Cause I can take your bitch with this amount
And take her on a trip with this amount
I look like a lick, act like I'm rich
Talk like a whip, walk like a brick
Fly like a blimp, right over the public
If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing

If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing
If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing
If it wasn't for my neighborhood
Then I wouldn't be nothing

Crunching numbers with heads
7 figures in Buckhead