Lyrics:

I Been On The Road So Long, I Forgot What Kind Of Cars I Got
i Rap So Much I Forgot What Kind Of Bars I Got
rose In The Concrete, Rose To The Top
son Of A Gun, Raised By A Glock
georgia Power Was Off I Was Raised In The Dark I Dont Know If It Faze Me Or Not
no Telling
if I Didnt Turn 15 I Wouldnt Have Been A Felon (I Bought It)
i Bought The Violence In My Stick Shift
if You Dont Shoot Or Get Shot At You Aint Go Through Adolescents
if You Aint Go Through All The Pressure, You Aint Get All Of Your Blessings
what You Know About Not Being Able To Re Up Going Through Depression
what You Do About Aggression, What You Do About Confession
if It Wasnt For My Neighborhood Then I Wouldnt Be Nothing

if It Wasnt For My Neighborhood Then I Wouldnt Be Nothing
if It Wasnt For My Neighborhood Then I Wouldnt Be Nothing
if It Wasnt For My Neighborhood Then I Wouldnt Be Nothing

crunching Numbers With () Heads
7 Figures In Buckhead
i Get Dope Too Thats Enough Bread
money Tall So Its Enough Said
it Was Toom Poom, Baby Amp And Big You Stand For Upset
i Can Tell You Where The Plug At He Over There Where My cause At
say Im Under The Influence I Was Down Stairs Where The Drugs At
40 Cal, 50 Cal, Even My Momma Tote A Pistol Now
they Call On That Crenshaw Only Thing We Need Is A Mister Child
you Already Know What This About, I Shouldnt Be Riding Around With This Amount
cause I Can Take Your Bitch With This Amount
and Take Her On A Trip With This Amount
i Look Like A Lick, Act Like Im Rich
talk Like A Whip, Walk Like A Brick
fly Like A Blimp, Right Over The Public
if It Wasnt For My Neighborhood Then I Wouldnt Be Nothing

if It Wasnt For My Neighborhood Then I Wouldnt Be Nothing
if It Wasnt For My Neighborhood Then I Wouldnt Be Nothing
if It Wasnt For My Neighborhood Then I Wouldnt Be Nothing

crunching Numbers With () Heads
7 Figures In Buckhead