[Verse 1 - Sene]
It's like Hardvard on my front stoop
Neighborhood be chippy like its NaS's f**ing front tooth
My neighbors acting shifty telling cops to f**ing come through
They smell that Bob Marley from a [?] watching cartoons
Homies got it hard, their baby mommas got it hard too, sh**
Breastfeeding, neck gleaming, head scheming on that next dude's check
It's [?] in my apartment
Some of my homies artist but some of my homies starving
Some times I bump Marvin, somtimes I be bumping Marvin's room
And that balance is kind of hard to do
My heart is a growing obstacle, told my momma I'd be cool
On my honor I hope its true
I play the dorm when it storm, its arather that than a ratatat
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