ScaryTale

Look all we saw was hustling, and we barely saw husbands
Niggas love these streets, but these streets never love em
From my momma side i grew up round my auntie and my cousins
Granddaddy on the steps, junkies by the corner buzzing
In the summertime, cold snowing getting mixxy
Ironic when they push the weight, these niggas getting skinny
Plus our grades extra low, graduation looking iffy
As long as our stomachs full and pockets never empty, yeah i know
Cut the bottom off the crates, whenever we balled
Cause there's yellow tape and shell casings spread out on the courts
Rap music, church, pimps, whores, and some liquor stores
Mental illnesses before we knew what that shit was called uh
Niggas ran in cribs when the neighbors was out
Ayo, we should've stayed in school, picked a safer way out
Sleeping in your northface, when the radiator's down
The heat from the oven, warming up the whole house, ya'll don't know about it

I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds
And wake up to some mice on these traps now
Gospel music playing yeah that sound
With the grim reaper in the background

I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds
And wake up to some mice on these traps now
Gospel music playing yeah that sound
With the grim reaper in the background

Gospel music playing, but that shit ain't never working
Kirk Franklin never came and seen, one of us in person
Drugs and guns was never hidden, we could always see em surface
And if we pass twenty five, that's to be determined
First, we splashing in the water from the johnny pump
Next, mom give you a dollar for that ice cream truck
By the time you hit your teens, gotta find you a gun
And by twenty one, hoping that your karma don't catch up, look
In the crib domestic violence, roaches and the rats
With drug residue, the hallway smell like garbage or like crack
Ain't nobody eating healthy, candy was always our snacks
Surviving off mixing water with some kool aid packs uhh
Drug addicts as neighbors, learn and pick up they behaviors
Presidents and mayors, ain't gon stop by here to save us
Middle fingers to the boys in blue, they racist haters
And everybody competition when you on your way up
Stay alive nigga

I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds
And wake up to some mice on these traps now
Gospel music playing yeah that sound
With the grim reaper in the background

I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds
And wake up to some mice on these traps now
Gospel music playing yeah that sound
With the grim reaper in the background

If you ain't from here, don't come around here
If you ain't from here, don't come around here
If you ain't from here, don't come around here
If you ain't from here, don't come around here
If you ain't from here, don't come around here
If you ain't from here, don't come a, don't come yeah
If you ain't from here, don't come around here
If you ain't from here, don't come around here nigga