Grew up in the hood Where they slangin the rock Always lookin out for the enemies and cops I'm on a fucking mission Going Straight to the top I want what's mine And I have it on lock Don't worry momma I'm keeping the glock And I remember what you said about the snakes in the rocks Watch them come like the cops and the burbs Sippin on this liquor And i pour on the curb If you can't feel me Trust it feels like a curse Getting pretty hungry Start looking a purse In the hood either you caught by the cops Or you caught by the ops or you coogie down to the socks like I’m biggie poppa So many people are always on top of me But when it comes to spittin and making rhymes no one can climb to me Most of these niggas out here aren’t even alined with me I try to up my game with hoes but they ain’t got no time for me