[Chorus]
Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling
And the youngins never listen
Lil' maniacs runnin' 'round with knuckle heads
While they baby mamas trippin'
Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling
And the youngins never listen
Lil' maniacs runnin' 'round with knuckle heads
While they baby mamas trippin'
[Verse 1]
Look I was born in the 90's
All I seen was blindness
Bandana over my face I wish to rewind this
Born in Inglewood moved out of the hood
All that yip-yap got us packing to moved back to the hood
Sunny 909, I smell the fresh smoke marijuana
Race wars and drug lords with one time where they hunt us
I never know about the possibilities the hood would bring to me
Surrounded by OGs and methamphetamines
At 14 my homie got his first gun
Telling me now we on, now we'll never run
I was a troublesome kid, I had to make it out
Breaking into people's pads while they was in the house
Tryna find a place to crash 'cause I was out mines
Moms kicked me out for livin' in that state of mind
So it's back to the streets on Holt Avenue
Black Honda pulls up, where you from fool
Aye, what's good, homie
[Chorus]
Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling
And the youngins never listen
Lil' maniacs runnin' 'round with knuckle heads
While they baby mamas trippin'
Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling
And the youngins never listen
Lil' maniacs runnin' 'round with knuckle heads
While they baby mamas trippin'
[Verse 2]
I do a left, do a right but they kept coming
My bloody face through the night have my mind stumbling
They reached under their waist, pulled out a chrome strap
Give me your phone, give me your bike and your fucking hat
Started believing that I probably wasn't here for a reason
Breathing out, out and in, with my heart just beating
Started misbelieving, if life's got a purpose
'Cause if it does then I feel like I don't deserve it
Snapbacks with my spray cans in back packed
I'm willing to risk it all and there's no going back
Street raised outlaw, raised with no luck
Never had a father figure so he never gave a fuck
No one taught him better, all he knows is get that cheddar
Lace up them shoelaces, zip up that pro luck sweater
Block boy trenches, certified business
Solidify witness of a Cali definition
Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling
And the youngins never listen
Lil' maniacs runnin' 'round with knuckle heads
While they baby mamas trippin'
Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling
And the youngins never listen
Lil' maniacs runnin' 'round with knuckle heads
While they baby mamas trippin'
[Verse 1]
Look I was born in the 90's
All I seen was blindness
Bandana over my face I wish to rewind this
Born in Inglewood moved out of the hood
All that yip-yap got us packing to moved back to the hood
Sunny 909, I smell the fresh smoke marijuana
Race wars and drug lords with one time where they hunt us
I never know about the possibilities the hood would bring to me
Surrounded by OGs and methamphetamines
At 14 my homie got his first gun
Telling me now we on, now we'll never run
I was a troublesome kid, I had to make it out
Breaking into people's pads while they was in the house
Tryna find a place to crash 'cause I was out mines
Moms kicked me out for livin' in that state of mind
So it's back to the streets on Holt Avenue
Black Honda pulls up, where you from fool
Aye, what's good, homie
[Chorus]
Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling
And the youngins never listen
Lil' maniacs runnin' 'round with knuckle heads
While they baby mamas trippin'
Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling
And the youngins never listen
Lil' maniacs runnin' 'round with knuckle heads
While they baby mamas trippin'
[Verse 2]
I do a left, do a right but they kept coming
My bloody face through the night have my mind stumbling
They reached under their waist, pulled out a chrome strap
Give me your phone, give me your bike and your fucking hat
Started believing that I probably wasn't here for a reason
Breathing out, out and in, with my heart just beating
Started misbelieving, if life's got a purpose
'Cause if it does then I feel like I don't deserve it
Snapbacks with my spray cans in back packed
I'm willing to risk it all and there's no going back
Street raised outlaw, raised with no luck
Never had a father figure so he never gave a fuck
No one taught him better, all he knows is get that cheddar
Lace up them shoelaces, zip up that pro luck sweater
Block boy trenches, certified business
Solidify witness of a Cali definition
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