Roundhere.

[Intro: Geezy]
-day that I'm buried, I'ma stunt on niggas
Put my sneak in his ass and my blunt on niggas

[Verse: Meek Mill]
Yeah, I'm from the hood where it's dark outside
At late nights you can't walk outside without a gun
I send my bloodhounds to bark outside
We'll get the choppers, have the coppers bring the chalk outside when you done
Never chillin' cuz the narcs outside, and they watching like a hawk outside, yeah
Cuz round here there's niggas dying younger than me and I'm only 17 just as young as can be
In the struggle, my stomach touching, now who hungry as me?
Nigga I'll bust you for a fuckin' grub stuck in the streets
Just like you, a lot of niggas just likе me
Just like you, a lot of niggas dislike mе
Just like you hatin' and debating ass niggas get knocked probably fold like paper ass niggas
Back in the day, yeah, I used to ride pedal bikes
Now we up to date and I'm runnin' round with metal like
Nine mili, fourty cal, three-eighty berretas like
Rugers, Lugers, and Uzi's to move your body left and right
Put that battery in his back
I'm the reason that he walk like that
Gotta talk like that
If you spark on me, I'ma spark right back
Run up on 'em with a .40 he be off like that
We them boys in the hood making noise in the hood
Niggas wanna play around bring them toys in the hood
And he thought he'd spray around, leave a boy in the hood with his brains on the ground and his boy filled with blood
Like (Bap, bap, bap) them boys ain't no good
Thats what everybody say, them boys misunderstood
Respect us or expect them boys to come with hoods
With gats that go (Grrrrat), them boys ain't lookin' too good