[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]
 Let me take you through my hood where I was born and raised
 Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
 Heavy guns and dope funds and raids by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a [bad word] to win
See the color of your skin get you put in the pen
It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
 Sending niggas to the pen or the funeral home
 I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back
 So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack
 Bullet holes in your house it'll make it hard to sleep
You see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
 lot of niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends
 It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
 Niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends
 It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

 [Hook - John Legend]
 It's where you live, it's where you play
 It's where you learn your favorite slang
 Your world is ghetto
It's where I live; it's where I'm from
 It's where you had to tote your gun
 Your world is ghetto

 [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
I could never win an Oscar cause I don't know how to act
Saw my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act
 Then the second million came, then more came after that
 Then more came after that, hurricane after that [bad word]  And y'all saw the aftermath
And in my hood we don't front, so I do give back
When you see a hood [bad word] you gotta tilt your hat
 And since I'm a hood [bad word]  I do just that
OGs used to tell me: "You just rap
 Lil' [bad word] all you need to do is rap"
 And just when I thought I was gon' do just that
Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stones was crack [bad word] being like Mike I wanna be like pop
 Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac
Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock
Please put up a fight for the kids that watch
 Us in the spotlight and then they mock
But caskets get closed and then they drop
And cases get closed and they are dropped
 'Cause no one knows and nobody got
 Any out no N-O, that they better not
Three words to a witness: they get shot
 Let me tell you what this is, this is the block
 Always talk to God, never listen to cops

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3 - Nas]
It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose
 There's only one Nas 'bout a hundred thousand yous
You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money
 Niggas is broke plus the wolves is hungry
 Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money
Morgues full of niggas with the last [bad word] they ate in stomach
 Spinach and steak. GORE-TEX boot prints still on his face
 It's still on his face when we visit his wake
 Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army
One gun I'll use it, some Sun Tzu [bad word]  Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia
 You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments
 I stay in deceitful conversations with creeps with foul natures
 Attempted murders trials, the basics
 Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims
 It's the [bad word] we live, uh
Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony
Bullets even hit a cracker in his Abercrombie
Psychoanalyst was asking me what happened to me?
 See the yak got to me, then the gat got to me
Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money
 Then these beautiful [bad word] was bending backwards for me
Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly
 Man I don't give a [bad word]  this is rap to meExplain