Hood Rat

[Verse 1: Reyny Daze]
Ay, on the streets, where you'll find me
All chromed up, vato pull up with the high beam
If I'm on your block, then you better tread lightly
If you ain't scared of me, then you're scared of what I might be
Come around, let me show you where I came from
Hood rat shit, I been slumming it since day one
One day I wanted a better future, so I made one
If you got a problem with me, puto, say something
I'm the top of my class, I ain't dumb G
Grew up on the streets, slinging rocks for some junkies
Rich kid scum - without money they somе flunkies
Play 'em to my tune, watch 'еm dance around like monkeys
Ain't it funny how this shit played out
They was talking like they bigger than me, now this bitch laid out
It ain't a threat, I just talk with my switch blade out
In case, they switch in on me, get to see that bitch fade out, uh
Growing up I saw my mama break her back
For a future that she wanted me to build
She tried to get me out the slums, but I came back
And now we see the prophecy fulfilled
Another mother just got turned to a statistic
And if you ain't her son, then I bet you woulda missed it
Bunch of undesirables about to go ballistic
You labelled me a criminal, so now I'm gonna fit it

[Chorus: Reyny Daze]
Ay, watch your back, watch your back
In this city even brothers finna stab you in the back
Nothing free 'cause the strings come attached
Homies build you up just to toss you in the trash
Ay, watch your back, watch your back
In this city even brothers finna stab you in the back
Nothing free 'cause the strings come attached
Homies build you up to fucking feed you to the rats

[Verse 2: Vanquish]
Feed you to the rats, talk behind my back
If you done with yapping, then you know where I'll be at
Cruising in this city, where you gotta keep a strap
Looking at these squares, it don't take much to smoke a pack
I've been working in my city, tryna put it on the map
If my soldiers need a shirt, then they can take it off my back
Until I'm needing them, then I wonder where they at
Now I only trust myself, and my motherfucking gat
Shit, and keep a spare 'cause it jam up
Yeah, they didn't see it coming when they ran up
I started making music tryna man up
Swear, I didn't see it coming, when it ran up
Yeah, I started laying it, then they started playing it
Tryna make it out every night, and I be praying it
Feel like everyday I'm lie, told my mom we making it
Putting it to blood, so you know I gotta lay in it
All in all, yeah, I know I'm blessed
I don't really care how hard it gets
Keep doing me better, know I'm next
Hood rat shit, smoking cigarettes
From the city where we fighting if you look the wrong way
From the city where we fighting if you step on my J's
I don't care if you think we came up the wrong way
I'm from the old gen, that's the way we were raised

[Chorus: Reyny Daze]
Ay, watch your back, watch your back
In this city even brothers finna stab you in the back
Nothing free 'cause the strings come attached
Homies build you up just to toss you in the trash
Ay, watch your back, watch your back
In this city even brothers finna stab you in the back
Nothing free 'cause the strings come attached
Homies build you up to fucking feed you to the rats