They Say (Explicit)-Jay Rock/Kendrick Lamar

growin up i was a knucklehead, boy you never listen to me! thats wat my momma said im from the projects, i aint never had sh*t, me and my older brother, we had to share a mattress no heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit, my daddy left me at 8, in an out my life and sh*t gang bangas d**e dealers replaced my father, neighborhood hustlas taught me to get them dollas thats when i became a problem, product of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman when you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin and them shots firin all the time it happens frequently the hood inspired him to be a G, i bled for the game did it all for the letter B the big homie gave me the name jay rock, this aint no rap gimmick its a real life story on watts livin ni**a (chorus) you can take, me out the hood, but you cant take the hood out me, and thats the way it forever gon be, but i cant help it im gutta, i shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out that project sh*t run deep in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it and all my life i been gang banged out that project sh*t runnin deep in my veins now let me take you on a detour, eastside watts, niggas will go in projects follow me home to my black n white appartments, police roll thru with caution, scared to death the homies got tats across them, capitol BH over they necks, since birth bangin the set, even the hoes bangin the set, some aint, but most is hood rats lookin for that buck them trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique for drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high dice games, white Gs, fist fights, six fo's, el co's, g rides, and mini bikes might see a couple of zombies late night, off what? off pipe membrane dead right, no lie somethin in the bushes, either the AK or the .45, no lie raised in the ghetto, wit rats and roaches, smokers on porches, gettin high off yola its colda norther but my city's the coldest where we aint bond is the city of mornin (chorus) you can take, me out the hood, but you cant take the hood out me, and thats the way it forever gon be, but i cant help it im gutta, i shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out that project sh*t run deep in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it you could take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me im still bangin, im still hangin, the only difference is im not slangin nickles and dimes more like slangin these rap lines verse is the truth when i step in the booth, niggas know i pour my soul out for the strugglin youth for that fatherless son who needed love so he ran wit a crew, grew up before his older brother did gin and juice, replaced the pain i knew, carryin them thangs to school them niggas was trippin i wasnt bangin the blue, but they had to respect me i never ran from who? nobody put my faith in god its amazin how i overcame them odds on my momma this past year my life has slightly been revised, but notice i said slightly cuz me bein absent from where i came from, thats unlikely (chorus) you can take, me out the hood, but you cant take the hood out me, and thats the way it forever gon be, but i cant help it im gutta, i shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out that project sh*t run deep in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it