Common, G Herbo, Cocaine 80's - The Neighborhood lyrics

Thousand lives ago
We were young, and we didn't know
We were trading our crowns for our souls
Made the sacrifice, headed back to the light
But be careful, don't drown in the gold
I know it glows, but it's cold

I'm from the other side of town
Out of bounds
To anybody who don't live around
I never learned to share or how to care
I never had no teachings about being fair

Have you ever heard of Black
Stone around Black Stones?
And Four CHs, Vice Lords
Stony Island on Aces
The concrete matrix, street organizations
They gave violations, hood public relations
It was the basics to get big faces
Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustlers was the taste
Makers and trend setters
They the ones that fed us hopin'
That the feds don't get us
The era of Reagan, the terror of Bush
Crack babies, mamas a-push
We were the products of Bush
I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki
And a little Gucci
A bad ho to BBD "Do Me" you heard of Flukey?
Stokes? It was folks and coke and dope
Fiends choked off of smoke
Herringbones and rope
Rare jewels of a generation, diamonds
Blinding us some real shit we facing
Forties wasting on seats
Dion making the beats
When they air it out on at the parties
We escaping the heat
"I could break it down, like
Whatever you need"
He squinted his face and rolled the weed

You know, what they don't see
Sometimes that in the neighborhood
It's the exact same thing it's the same
Thing over and over again feel me?
Oh oh, ooh ooh, ooh

Have you ever heard of No Limit, 300, 600?
Follyboy, O-Block, Eastside
Where it ain't no conversation
They just let them heats ride
Ain't nobody stop the violence
Why my city keep lying?
Niggas throw up peace signs
But everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip
I looked like a street sign
I've been out there three days
And I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when
They flew out each nine
I be happy when I wake up
And I have a free mind
I know haters wanna clap me up
Watch the morgue wrap me up
But they can catch me later, I been cooling
Chasing paper where I come from, ain't no
Hope if you was claimed, then that was major
Small crib, big fam', Mom was working
Granny raised us
No food in the 'frigerator, I was banging
Pulling capers that's real shit
Same niggas from Day One, boy, yeah
I'm still with
Better watch out for that jump shot
'cause they will hit
Homie take your shorty lunchbox
And won't feel shit
I came from a place where it's basic
But you don't make it feds building cases
Judges who racist and full of hatred i mean
You ain't never seen the shit that I seen

Oh oh oh oh oh, oh
Ooh, ooh yeah, ah ah
Mm-mm-mm-mm mm-mm-mm
Mm, mm

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