Life Before The Glory

Chorus

Young nigga in the hood, ain't no runnin' from it

Streets raised me up, now I'm hungry for the profit

Every window got a crack, every corner got a story

Young nigga in the hood, that's the life before the glory

Post-Chorus

Ain't no runnin'

Ain't no runnin' from it

From it

From it

Verse 1

Mama worked double shifts just to keep the lights on

I was twelve learnin'秤 on the curb at midnight

Teacher said I'd never be nothin', look who write songs

Seen my first body bag before I knew what bike cost

Grandmomma's bible on the table next to dirty money

Learned to keep my mouth closed when it ain't funny

Couple homies in the ground, couple locked in cages

Twenty-four-seven, turnin' pages through the stages

Chorus

Young nigga in the hood, ain't no runnin' from it

Streets raised me up, now I'm hungry for the profit

Every window got a crack, every corner got a story

Young nigga in the hood, that's the life before the glory

Post-Chorus

Ain't no runnin'

Ain't no runnin' from it

From it

From it

Verse 2

They ask how I made it out, I tell 'em luck and pure grit

Stomach full of nothin', had to learn how the game flips

Seen the trap door close on the ones who moved sloppy

Kept my circle tight, cut the snakes like a mop clip

Sunrise meant another day of barely survivin'

Now the same block respect me, but I'm barely arrivin'

To a place where I can breathe without smellin' the diesel

Young dreamer with a pistol and a E-ZPass to the east side

Bridge

Mama said the world is cold

Wrap your heart up in your coat

And when they ask you where you from

Tell 'em home

Chorus

Young nigga in the hood, ain't no runnin' from it

Streets raised me up, now I'm hungry for the profit

Every window got a crack, every corner got a story

Young nigga in the hood, that's the life before the glory

Post-Chorus

Ain't no runnin'

Ain't no runnin' from it

From it

From it