The Neighborhood Lyrics - Cocaine 80's

Thousand lives ago 

We were young and we didn't know 

We were trading our crowns for our souls 

Made the sacrifice 

Headed back to the light 

But be careful don't drown in the gold 

I know it glows but it's cold 

I'm from the other side of town 

Out of bounds 

To anybody who don't live around 

I never learned to share or how to care 

I never had no teachings about being fair 

Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Black Stones? 

And Four C H'd, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces 

The concrete matrix, street organizations 

They gave violations, hood public relations 

It was the basics to get big faces 

Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces 

The hustles was the taste makers and trend setters 

They the ones that fed us hopin' that the feds don't get us 

The era of Reagan, the terror of Bush 

Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the products of Bush 

I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci 

A bad ho to BBB do me, you heard of flukey? 

Stokes it was folks and coke and dope 

Fiends choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope 

Rare jewels of a generation 

Diamonds, blind enough so real shit we facin' 

Forties wasted on seats, Dion makin' the beats 

When they air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat 

I could break it down like whatever you need 

He squinted his face and rolled the weed 

You know they don't see sometimes 

That in the neighborhood 

It's the exact same thing 

It's the same thing over and over again 

Feel me? 

Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred? 

Folly boy, O block, east side 

Where it ain't no conversation they just let them heats ride 

Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'? 

Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying 

Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign 

I've been out there three days and I got shot at three times 

Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine 

I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind 

I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up 

But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasin' paper 

Where I come from ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was major 

Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', granny raised us 

No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, that's real shit 

Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I'm still with 

Better watch out for that jump shot cause they will hit 

Hungry take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel shit 

I came from a place where it's basic but you won't make it 

Feds buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean 

You ain't never seen the shit that I seen 

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