Текст песни My Neighborhood - M Preskitt

Yo. Yo
If there's one thing I know
I aint going back to where
I used to be
I'm moving up

Cuz I know where I been
I aint going back
I've tasted the sky
And its not bad
I've seen me the top
And I been around
I've been to the bottom
Then dropped down
If you don't really know what
I'm talking bout
Don't you ever try to tell me to
Pipe down
Cuz I know what I know
And I know it good
I'm sick of my neighborhood

And I'm sick
Of the fighting
And the cussing
And the fussing
And the bust-ins
And the neighbors
When they rustling
All night long
And the cops when
They busting in
With they sirens
And they lights on
Computer on
Duty calls
Radio
Gps
Cellphone
Taser on the front
Glock on the side ready
For burning off
All these devices
Why the fucking body camera
Always be turning off
And why them little kids
In the street always yelling
Why them old ladies
Mean mugging like a felon
Leaky ceiling
Bad feeling
Last week
Another killing (damn)
Gunshots
Fun stops
In my head
There runs thoughts
And I ain't talking bout
No dirty hoes
Skate park with my nerdy bros
Twenty one, then twenty five
Next thing you know
There thirty goes
I ain't tryna be in this hood forever
I'm just tryna be good forever
Like good with cheddar
Good with bank tellers
Or great even
It's like good but better
I ain't upset I'm just
A lil fed up wit the way that it be
Mama never said it wouldnt
Pay to be free
Pay for the G
Chillin with the homies
Never paid for the green (nah)
Killing every brain cell
Wasting in me
Like a waster just
Chasing a dream
Just chasing a dream
So the marijuana smoke
In the air I can feel it
Homeless man push his cart
Three wheeling
Every-damn-one
Where I'm from drug dealing
Dirty lil town
Getting lil bit old
So

I know where I been
I ain't going back
I've tasted the sky
And it's not bad
I've seen me the top
And I been around
I've been to the bottom
Then dropped down
If you don't really know what
I'm talking bout
Don't you ever try to tell me to
Pipe down
Cuz I know what I know
And I know it good
I'm sick of my neighborhood

Yeah
Its the way that it be
Every motherfucker that I see
Is somebody chasing a thing
And placing a little bitty face on
And pacing
Until a killa staging and
Making a scene
But thats the thing
Everybody from the CG
Just waiting to see
What they could someday
Possibly
Maybe be
Until they go out and they find it
And it just aint the scene
They wanna cop
On second thought
Maybe the hood is in my genes
Maybe these apartments (yah)
These homies (yah)
This kickbacks in this street
Maybe they made me who I am
Whether the Grande or the grand
Whether I never sell a record
Or I sell a hundred grand (yeah)
Maybe I'll be trash forever
Fist bump
Don't shake my hand cuz

I know where I been
I'm the king there (King)
Tryna make it out it don't
Seem fair (damn)
Till all my boys
Are getting laid (ha)
And all my boys
Are getting paid (ha)
That Hollywood life runs too fast
Chasing that life while
Life runs past
And selling my soul nah I'm good
I think I'll stick with
My neighborhood
I think I'll stick with
My neighborhood
I think I'll stick with
My neighborhood
Aha