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Grew up on the block where the streetlights flicker, Every night a gamble, every choice gets quicker, Momma told me pray but the devil moved in closer, Pouring out a cup for the homies on the poster. Girls on the corner with their eyes full of hunger, Learned to read the street like a map full of thunder, She said she love me but she love what I'm holding, Hood romance, baby — that's a story worth folding. Jackpot dreams in a city full of losers, Real ones stay solid while the fake ones choose ya, Rolling through the ave in the late summer haze, Every face I see got a story and a phase. Hoes in the hood moving slicker than the rain, Beautiful destruction wrapped in gold and in pain, She'll take your heart and your chain in the same night, Smile like an angel but she moves like a fight. Twenty dollar bills and a pocket full of tension, Every block I walk got a different kind of mention, Trap house on the left, church on the right, Both of them promising a better kind of life. Streets raised me cold but they taught me to survive, Every scar I'm wearing just a sign I'm alive, City of angels but the angels here bleed, Hood life gave me everything — and everything I need. Now I'm standing tall where they said I would fall, Got my name on the wall at the end of the hall, Real love's rare when the block is your school, But I stayed true to the game — that's the only rule Grew up on the block where the pavement bleeds, Momma prayin' every night, cryin' on her knees, Corner boys movin' rocks underneath the trees, Sirens in the distance, can't nobody live at ease. Shawty hit my line around a quarter to three, Talkin' 'bout she love me — nah, she love what she sees
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Grew up on the block where the streetlights flicker, Every night a gamble, every choice gets quicker, Momma told me pray but the devil moved in closer, Pouring out a cup for the homies on the poster. Girls on the corner with their eyes full of hunger, Learned to read the street like a map full of thunder, She said she love me but she love what I'm holding, Hood romance, baby — that's a story worth folding. Jackpot dreams in a city full of losers, Real ones stay solid while the fake ones choose ya, Rolling through the ave in the late summer haze, Every face I see got a story and a phase. Hoes in the hood moving slicker than the rain, Beautiful destruction wrapped in gold and in pain, She'll take your heart and your chain in the same night, Smile like an angel but she moves like a fight. Twenty dollar bills and a pocket full of tension, Every block I walk got a different kind of mention, Trap house on the left, church on the right, Both of them promising a better kind of life. Streets raised me cold but they taught me to survive, Every scar I'm wearing just a sign I'm alive, City of angels but the angels here bleed, Hood life gave me everything — and everything I need. Now I'm standing tall where they said I would fall, Got my name on the wall at the end of the hall, Real love's rare when the block is your school, But I stayed true to the game — that's the only rule Grew up on the block where the pavement bleeds, Momma prayin' every night, cryin' on her knees, Corner boys movin' rocks underneath the trees, Sirens in the distance, can't nobody live at ease. Shawty hit my line around a quarter to three, Talkin' 'bout she love me — nah, she love what she sees
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