Ubiquitous discourse in this symphony/
Last week, a n***a got shot, are you missing me?/
Hardly, when it happens every other, soldiers of war/
Gunplay, losing brothers and uncles, but it's Saul Good/
Long as my family safe and sound, gunshots ring out/
Turn up the volume on the TV, I can't hear my cartoons/
While I'm chomping on this cereal, another round/
For the rounds on rounds like they've grown to enjoy the sound/
Standing on the corner of 105th/
Smoking a joint but it's never a spliff, too young to buy a fifth/
But never ever too young to consume it/
I look at the block like, "what the f** we do to it?"/
Grew used to the madness, my homie stay on Wentworth, won't say the block/
Just know if you don't come correct you'll probably end up, shot/
Police watch, but honestly they worthless/
Worth less than y'all tired verses, but I digress/
This the hunnids, Get The Money be the motive of the madness/
People broken by poverty and sadness/
But all of my family stay in Roseland, n***a/
So don't disrespect the hood, you'll get exposed my n***a/