ScaryTale

Look all we saw was hustling, and we barely saw husbands

Niggas love these streets, but these streets never love em

From my momma side i grew up round my auntie and my cousins

Granddaddy on the steps, junkies by the corner buzzing

In the summertime, cold snowing getting mixxy

Ironic when they push the weight, these niggas getting skinny

Plus our grades extra low, graduation looking iffy

As long as our stomachs full and pockets never empty, yeah i know

Cut the bottom off the crates, whenever we balled

Cause there's yellow tape and shell casings spread out on the courts

Rap music, church, pimps, whores, and some liquor stores

Mental illnesses before we knew what that shit was called uh