They Say (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

Jay Rock

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    Growing up I was a knucklehead
    Boy you never listen to me, that's what my mama said
    I'm from the projects, I ain't never had shit
    Me and my older brother, we had to share a mattress
    No heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit
    My daddy left me at eight, in and out my life and shit
    Gang bangers, dope dealers replaced my father

    Neighborhood hustlers taught me to get them dollars
    That's when I became a problem, product of my environment
    It's hard to grow up to be a doctor or a fireman
    When you constantly seeing that g-ride tires screeching
    And them shots firing all the time, it happens frequently
    The hood inspired him, to be a g
    I bled for the game, did it all for the letter b
    The big homie gave me the name jay rock
    This ain't no rap gimmick, this a real life story of watts living, nigga

    You can take, me out the hood
    But you can't take the hood out me
    And that's the way that it will forever be
    And I can't help it, I'm gutter
    Why should I change now
    When all my life I've been gang banged out?
    That project shit run deep in my veins now
    And I can't help it
    Ooh, my lord knows that I can't help it

    Let me take you on a detour, east side watts
    Niggas who go in projects
    Follow me home to my black and white apartments
    Police roll through with caution, scared to death
    The homies got tats across them
    Capital b.h. Over they necks, since birth banging the set
    Even hoes banging the set
    Some ain't, but most is hood rats, they looking for the buck

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    Them trash cans lay in the street, ghetto technique for drive-bys
    For the low them five dollars will get you high
    Dice games, ygs, fist fights
    Six-fo's, el co's, g-rides and mini-bikes
    Might see a couple of zombies late night
    Off what? Off pipe
    Membrane dead right, no lie
    Something in the bushes, either the ak or the.45, no lie
    Raised in the ghetto with rats and roaches
    Smokers on porches getting high off yola
    It's colder north, but my city's the coldest
    Where we ain't promised to see the morning, nigga

    You can take, me out the hood
    But you can't take the hood out me
    And that's the way that it will forever be
    And I can't help it, I'm gutter
    Why should I change now
    When all my life I've been gang banged out?
    That project shit run deep in my veins now
    And I can't help it
    Ooh, my lord knows that I can't help it

    You could take me out the hood, but the hood will never leave me
    I'm still banging, I'm still hanging
    The only difference is I'm not slanging, nickels and dimes
    More like slanging these rap lines
    Verses of truth, when I step in the booth
    Niggas know I pour my soul for the struggling youth
    For that fatherless son who needed love, so he ran with a crew
    Grew up before his older brother did, gin and juice

    Replaced the pain I knew, carrying thangs to school
    Them niggas was tripping, I wasn't banging the blue
    But they had to respect me, I never ran from who?
    Nobody, put my faith in God
    It's amazing how I overcame them odds
    On my momma, this past year, my life has slightly been revised
    But notice I said slightly
    Cause me being absent from where I came from, that's unlikely nigga

    You can take, me out the hood
    But you can't take the hood out me
    And that's the way that it will forever be
    And I can't help it, I'm gutter
    Why should I change now
    When all my life I've been gang banged out?
    That project shit run deep in my veins now
    And I can't help it
    Ooh, my lord knows that I can't help it

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