Raised in the Dead End

[Intro: K-Rino] Yeah, your boy K-Rino man I got love, for everybody But I'ma tell y'all, a little something 'Bout where I come from, listen [Chorus : K-Rino] I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood K-Rino, South Park Coalition I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood It don't matter where you from, if you real it's all good I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood K-Rino, South Park Coalition I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood Esperad's or King Scape, Orleans Summerwood [Verse 1: K-Rino] I represent one of the realest hoods, that you'll see Where we sleep an hour a day and hustle for 23 When it's plex we don't get mad, we just get even And if paper ain't on your mind, you must not be breathing We ain't tripping spring, fall, summer, winter we grind And police, be hating 99 percent of the time You can find what you need, pills weed or powder And bring your girl around these players, you might leave without her If it's some dirt to get done, we done already did it In whatever way it can get got, that's how we gon' get it Matter fact was in the back, but we earn the lead We learned how to throw them things before we learned to read Don't slip or you could lose a ride that you just got Might get cussed out by a little mama posted up at the bus stop We'll click up but we don't mind standing alone And don't come here on vacation cause you might not make it home [Chorus: K-Rino] [Verse 2: K-Rino] You got a pistol and you broke, all you need is a mask Got a car some conversation, then it's easy to smash Grind for 26-9, chunking G's in a stash You come around here acting hard, we put them beads on your ass Used to skip school to pick up street knowledge from Gs Making millions, without diplomas or college degrees Everyday some gunfire penetrated the air You might get set up by the same chick, that braided your hair If you know about some dirt, then you bet not tell it The whole hood is like a Flea Market, you need it we sell it Put a stunt behind some paper, you might get hid If we don't know you when you come around, you might get slid Young hustlers tryna get it, cooking work in the kitchen And if the police is your partners, then you must be snitching 95 percent of my hood ain't no punk Can buy some clothes or CDs and some weed out the same trunk [Chorus: K-Rino] [Verse 3: K-Rino] Every man for his self, don't expect no favors The dope dealer and the preacher might be next door neighbors It ain't hard to get swallowed up, your girl'll get jacked One day she innocent and the next day she working the track You ain't got no real stripes if you bringing in mail And you ain't sending in no paper to your homies in jail They say you ain't promised tomorrow, it's worse where I'm from If it's twelve o'clock, you ain't promised 12:01 We ain't tripping on your money, we ain't tripping on your ride We ain't tryna knock your hustle, we ain't plexing with your side We ain't hating on your come up, we just tryna make our own And ain't gon' let no out-of-towners disrespect us in our zone Run the streets all night, bust without no warning Hit the club, the after hours and then church the next morning Haters dissing our region like we some newcomers If you don't likes us then you leave us, stop tryna eat from us [Chorus: K-Rino]