12 Stout Street (lilberryblunt remix)

[Intro]

Real RX

[Verse]

I used to wake up in my room in the mornin'

Put on my dirty shoes in the mornin'

Heard momma cryin' last night

Think the lights finna go out

Only thing on my mind is hittin' a lick

Her nigga in prison for doin' some shit

Say I'ma go to prison for doin' some shit

Only thing on my mind is boomin' a bitch

12 Stout Street, I hated that house

I had to learn early on bein' a man about

My momma ain't never buy me shit

I sold drugs and robbed for all my shit

Momma said, "Baby, that was years ago"

"Don't stress about shit that happened years ago"

This shit'd take a bitch years to know

I cried in the cold 'til my tears was froze

I hit a lick to help my momma out

How the fuck my mom the one to kick me out?

How the fuck you gonna send me out to the streets?

How the fuck you gonna say I can't come home to sleep?

How the fuck I come out your pussy and you choose your husband like you knew that nigga before me?

How the fuck you gon' turn your back on me?

How the fuck you gon' leave me flat on E?

How you gon' do that, knowin' they killed my dad?

You supposed to be my mom and my dad

I wish that fuckin' house would burn down

I couldn't tell you then but, shit, I'll tell you now

For so many years, I held it down

I never in my life wanted to sell drugs

I would've been cool with playin' games and shit

But instead, I'm runnin' with the gang and shit

Robberies done turned into shootings

Your son done did a gang and shit

It'd take a year to explain this shit

We don't stay safe, we stay dangerous

They took my brother, that fucked me up

Perc' after Perc', they fuckin' me up

Thousand Percs later, still don't do nothin'

Shit's barely workin', they're supposed to make me numb

Had flashbacks to when I was young

Bitches used to laugh and call me a bum

I was with Face, shot my first gun

Before Neo or Jet Li, I was the one

My momma ain't see it but the streets did

Said I wouldn't be shit, streets made me shit

Going through withdrawal, got me sick

I'm stretched back to back, I'm 'bout to flip

Don't look at me funny, you don't know shit 'bout me

Stood on the block with dreams of an Audi

Had a nightmare sleepin' in my Audi

A nigga caught me lackin' and pulled me out it

Big-ass pistol to my mouthpiece

And it happened in front of 12 Stout Street