Lyrics

[Intro] For my niggas (brand new) Never ignorant, getting goals accomplished (Shad town) My nigga Ill will, yeah This your boy Sticky Icky Dead Presidents, my nigga [?] you know how we do it, yo [Chorus] Playing the block Smoking up gan' Keeping it G Doing our thing Coming of age, yeah, yeah Getting some pussy Chasing that paper Catching them charges for being them gangstas Coming of age, yeah, yeah Playing the block Smoking up gan' Keeping it G Doing our thing Coming of age, yeah, yeah Getting some pussy Chasing that paper Catching them charges for being them gangstas Coming of age, yeah, yeah (yeah yeah) [Verse 1] I got my EMPS when I was like 11 yеars old Used to hang out on the block wherе the drugs were sold I was fascinated, balling niggas we go Mad bitches and clothes That's when the streets took total control I never understood the shit behind it Around that time was when I first heard Criminal Minded and internalised it But I don't blame it on the weed [?] was my seed but my dream fertilised it I embarked on a familiar course, sipping [?] Became the man of my house when my parents divorced In and out of court smoking Newports Because my friends did A 76 is what I pushed, not a Benz, kid We used to jump the [?] just for thrill's sake Pulling out guns or just hanging our real late was fun to us Now every one of us is either locked up or broke Look what the street life has done to us [Chorus] Playing the block Smoking up gan' Keeping it G Doing our thing Coming of age, yeah, yeah Getting some pussy Chasing that paper Catching them charges for being them gangstas Coming of age, yeah, yeah Playing the block Smoking up gan' Keeping it G Doing our thing Coming of age, yeah, yeah Getting some pussy Chasing that paper Catching them charges for being them gangstas Coming of age, yeah, yeah (yeah yeah) [Verse 2] Yo, I could blame it on my environment why I live so bad Or I could blame it on my mom or my dad But I was in the crack hard and baseball cards I loved to hustle I erased all fear with all the loot from my first bundle Just a youngen nigga stuck in the jungle Crazy-glued the ball to my hand, nigga can't fumble Mom's praying to the church can't believe what her son do But if only she could fathom what these streets done come to [?] by the pack, he's wild as fuck Not to mention [?] back for when jail's were suck Is this society to blame for the youth gone wrong? Or the parents for not teaching they kids what's right from wrong Then try to blame it on the rap song, they reason we wild While we know it's they Hollywood infecting my child See how I see it, you can't judge me until y'all lived my life I'm just dealing [?] [Chorus] Playing the block Smoking up gan' Keeping it G Doing our thing Coming of age, yeah, yeah Getting some pussy Chasing that paper Catching them charges for being them gangstas Coming of age, yeah, yeah Playing the block Smoking up gan' Keeping it G Doing our thing Coming of age, yeah, yeah Getting some pussy Chasing that paper Catching them charges for being them gangstas Coming of age, yeah, yeah (yeah yeah)