D.C

Shots poppin', glocks cockin', niggas rock shoppin'//

Young niggas trynna spark, but get hypnotized//

By the hood's dark parks niggas, gettin his life jeopardized//

The new life of another gang banger startin' to formalize//

The shit is real, strugglin' for money to pay for your trailer house//

On the block, mom pipin' on cocks, weepin' for the savior's arouse//

While poppa rouses by Cisco douses in behavior louses//

Daily night sounds of bed creakin' of my drunk father on my sister//

The man can't get my mom mood peepin'//

He might as well get girls high freakin', and get em blisters//

Fuck that. My projects full of cold soul crips and bloods//

I have prospect wishes of the extermination of the strips and thugs//

My determination of life's purpose and future reminisces dips in floods//

I ain't the only one in struggle, my hood brothers live for smuggles//

Daily dime catchin' n' 'phine, croppin' herb n' choppin' novels//

It's a big sin? Fuck that, life's a venomous plant, no blossom//

And if you think street life ain't hard, come lodge in boxes//

Drink rusty beer bottles. It ain't nothin' to rep, it's timeline of dramas