[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 [?]