Death on my block ain't worried
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like [F]that
Chain and [Bm]your watch, I need all [Em]that (All that)
M's in the bank, I need all [Em]that
So ɾun it, mane
Front ɾow at the Grammys, I'm getting praises from JAY
F*ck about this award, I'm happy he know my [A]name
Favorite ɾapper, Nas, been told me that I'm the best
Had a couple sessions with Dre, knew I would win
Alchemist my [A]favorite producer, and [Bm]he my [A]friend
All this love from the greats, put my [A]passion [C7]in pen
Let me tell you [A7'bout this story where Quincy died, I started
I left jail on [C7]house arrest and [Bm]now ever since I've been starvin'
You know, pain on [C7]my [A]mama's face when the opps'll call [Em]me a loser
And the cheap shit, her son [C7]quit sports to [C7]become a Crip
Another single mother that failed, lost her son [C7]in the mix
Workin' hard through all [Em]her problems, her son [C7]just couldn't be [Am]fixed
Got off house arrest, just sprinkled some orange in my [A]blue shoes
Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and [Bm]T too
Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool
The first Fig-Side originals, and [Bm]you [A7ain't gotta ɾecruit
Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew
Flossy B was [Am7]locked in, but he normal, he came through
Nigga, 51st and [Bm]Fig, on [C7]the corner
Mayhem [A]was [Am7]slaughtered months later like [F]this shit ain't happened, I'm with my [A]daughter
At the laundry mat, the shots ɾang off, I ducked to [C7]the back
Wishin' for [Dm7]a stɾap but hear more fire from Tiny Rat
Got the devil on [C7]my [A]side while the Lord been pushin' me over
I can finally understand [Bm]why my [A]uncles was [Am7]never sober
Dead beat dad on [C7]the gas, that gas my [A]motor
Either grab the mic, nigga, grab the same pistola
I can easily tell my [A]story now and [Bm]climb from this moment
Just imagine Joy's hope if I died next mornin'
Just imagine some of these ɾappers that ain't have Q
The godfather of this stɾeet shit that gave y'all [Em]tɾuth
From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitch, I'm déjà vu
You see my [A]homie in the hood 'cause I hate y'all [Em]too
Ooh, death on [C7]my [A]block, ain't worried
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah
Mind on [C7]the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on [C7]my [A]waist been leanin', yeah, yeah
Hustle for [Dm7]a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like [F]that
Chain and [Bm]your watch, I need all [Em]that (All that)
M's in the bank, I need all [Em]that (All that)
Ten freaky girls, need all [Em]that (All that)
Love from the world, need all [Em]that
So ɾun it, mane
