| Yeah I roll for the Bay, this is about where I’m from,
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| I still bleed for my city I’m a Cleveland Son,
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| The land pump through my veins, 216 till done,
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| I ain’t never gon forget, so we can keep that it moving hun,
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| I was raised on Kinsman on 151st,
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| We made it through the good times and made it through the worst,
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| Had love from my big cuz, who cracked many jaws,
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| Saw through many niggas flaws, so we stayed off the Harv,
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| From Gracemount to Whitney Young, 4 deep with no guns,
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| You had to earn your strips, boo hops to fist fights,
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| And I didn’t leave my hood, till I moved up the way,
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| Cause if you got caught slipping, might not see the next day,
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| No turning my hat to the back, or to the left or the right,
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| rep my block, not a gang, kept that respect in plain sight,
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| And when I got up in the heights, it’s was a whole new thang,
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| Got a whole new crew, and saw more niggas bang,
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| I got love…
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| The lifestyle was a bit different, but old habits remained,
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| And I learn some new tricks, got a taste of the fame,
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| Some girls was off the hook, I’m just trying to maintain,
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| Then we bounce down the way, Things was never the same,
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| John Adams, the running rebs, had to carve another lane,
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| 116th, Dove Street, moving to a different beat,
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| The weekends on the dub, trying to get my club on,
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| Got a whiff of goodness, trying to get my rub on,
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| Got a ride, and a crew from the Koonts to the Nu,
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| Real deep in city, what you really wanna do,
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| From B High to West, sticking out our chest,
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| Young, dumb, and stupid, thinking we that fresh,
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| Keep it cool with the Stones, GDs on set,
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| Rolled the wave from my cuz, cause he had that rep,
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| And when niggas step up and it’s was time for my test,
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| Starting breaking them jaws, without a second guess…
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| I got love…
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| Now I made it out the belly, still acting like a beast,
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| Got a chance man up, still looking for the feast,
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| Attitude real shitty, don’t appreciate the chance,
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| In an all white school, don’t appreciate the glance,
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| Pants sag, fit the image, poor kids who don’t advance,
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| But I was top 10%, so I my mind is my lance,
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| Don’t know it, so I indulge in the craziest of things,
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| Keg parties, No working, a lot smoking and drinking,
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| A new crew, real tight, not a whole lot of advice,
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| what we got didn’t take; |
| no one understood the hate,
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| Fist fights from the weight room to right in front my dorm,
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| Thugging at a private school, not so out of the norm,
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| Spending money to go crazy, 4 years in a daze,
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| when I went back to Cleveland, not a thing I would change,
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| Cause I met some of the best people I will in my life,
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| And I learn to keep grinding no matter the strife…
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| I got love… |