Homies & Thugs

[Verse 1]
Automatic weapons in a nigga presents
Living reckless wonder will I get to live in heaven
From the slums of the under privileged black kids
We sit around and observed what the crack did
It could make you rich
Or send you to jail
Or take your soul
And send it to hell
Dancing with the devil getting high off the sins
The life that I live got me riding in a Benz
Danger
I live a lifestyle of danger
Jail couldn't change us
This is how we came up
I'm upstate in a presidential suite
I'm writing lyrics to this legendary beat
Surviving through the hard times lord be my savory
You feel our pain come and save us
Traumatized as a kid let me tell you my encounters
Hit the light switch roaches all over the counter
No water in the faucet
Pissy ass porches
Rob, steal and kill just to get a pair of Jordan's
Menace to society
Grew up in poverty
Never had shit til the dope game fathered me
I'm taking non stop trips on the highway
That's why there's foreign cars parked in the driveway
Porches
We driving Panamera Porches
Never signed a deal no record label endorsements
Visions of the white boys kicking in my residents
Trying lock me up but I'm dirty dead presidents
Wake the souls of the dead and gone when I speak this
I'm the leader of this street shit
This is for my thug niggas