2170

2170 is my area code, it took everything I had not to bury a hoe
The scariest flow, I'll go fucking toe to toe
With any rapper in my city ima bury you bro

My word play so on point can't deny it
Try to run up on me bitch you end up dying
You say you the best but I know that you lying
Mother fucker just try it

Stuck in the slums and I can't seem to find a way out, seventeen with a habit kicked out of the house
Had to sleep on the floor when I can't find a couch, had to steal from the store to put food in my mouth
But look at me now, look at the car I be driving around
Survivals the only thing I've been about, sipping this whisky and smoking that loud

But I haven't made it yet
Got a couple more hairs up on my chest
Used to hit a fuckin snare, gave that a rest
But I got a feeling that was for the best
Never really been the one for team sports
But always used to try to skate board
Realised I couldn't kick flip for shit
So I had to hit that mission abort

Take it back to the days when I thought it was cool to be smoking them cigarettes
Now I'm feeling it in my chest
Not a saint I got sucked right in like the rest, paved the way for my early death, depopulations the reason that that shit is still legal
Don't let them deceive you, big steamy piles of shits what they feed you
Just know that they bleed too

But enough about that, bitch I just wanna smoke and write raps
Somebody gotta do it and Im thinkin if the shoe fits, truth is, you other rappers trash
Not a hater I'm just out here stating facts
I don't wanna fuck your girl and get a rash
Take the motherfucking L, do yourself a fucking favour, go down to the pound and give her back
HOMELESS