Run Down

I wouldn't say I'm a product of boom bap, yet and still I reside wherever the groove at
From the home where sax give you the blues at, and booties jump when they hear juvie
The young grow fast, can't be a newbie, learn the tricks of the underworld but still be actin' clueless

The park benches where niggas knocked to they senses, graffiti riddled, candy lady give me skittles
For older niggas, his money I end up stealin', for whatever reason I wanna grow up a villain
Jackins' and Dealins', we exposed when we cheerin', the shit talk, not for the weak, get pissed off
We was bred to rot, you smell the stench dawg, no career plans, we gettin' this money quick dawg

Guns blast when actin' stupid, better watch your movements, I'm only tryna get the cake, they wanna sock it to me
It's hard to not maneuver with force, just to see another day we either rap or do sports
Learned how to play craps as a kid when I would walk to the courts, never was into it
My older brothers tried to keep me innocent, and they succeeded, to an extent

But curious, what I was, cause I was listenin' to 50 Cent

What I would listen to when ridin' home from school, couldn't wait to get back to gas light, to live the fast life
Every block pretty much one and the same, young pups foam at the mouth just to make em a name
Only thing changed was I got older, now they hit you for fame, the game colder
I reminisce on the days niggas was slap box, but I'm from New Orleans, we say tap out
Get some goodies from the candy store, chill on the porch, talk about when we get old