Roundhere.

[Intro: Reed Dollaz]

-day that I'm buried, I'ma stunt on niggas

Put my sneak in his ass and my blunt on niggas

[Verse: Meek Mill]

Yeah, I'm from the hood where it's dark outside

At late nights you can't walk outside without a gun

I send my bloodhounds to bark outside

We'll get the choppers, have the coppers bring the chalk outside when you done

Never chillin' cuz the narcs outside, and they watching like a hawk outside, yeah

Cuz round here there's niggas dying younger than me and I'm only 17 just as young as can be

In the struggle, my stomach touching, now who hungry as me?

Nigga I'll bust you for a fuckin' grub stuck in the streets

Just like you, a lot of niggas just likе me

Just like you, a lot of niggas dislike mе

Just like you hatin' and debating ass niggas get knocked probably fold like paper ass niggas

Back in the day, yeah, I used to ride pedal bikes

Now we up to date and I'm runnin' round with metal like

Nine mili, fourty cal, three-eighty berretas like

Rugers, Lugers, and Uzi's to move your body left and right

Put that battery in his back

I'm the reason that he walk like that

Gotta talk like that

If you spark on me, I'ma spark right back

Run up on 'em with a .40 he be off like that

We them boys in the hood making noise in the hood

Niggas wanna play around bring them toys in the hood

And he thought he'd spray around, leave a boy in the hood with his brains on the ground and his boy filled with blood

Like (Bap, bap, bap) them boys ain't no good

Thats what everybody say, them boys misunderstood

Respect us or expect them boys to come with hoods

With gats that go (Grrrrat), them boys ain't lookin' too good