[Intro Chorus]
(I’m from) The R
The I the C
The H the M
The O the N the D
That’s my city

[Bridge]
My city love me
Cuz I put on

Take a cruise through the south-south side

[Verse 1]
It’s where I first learned to smoke the grass
It’s where I got my first piece of ass
We used to shoot dice between the class
And if you don’t pay up we gon beat yo ass
We never played with the see-saw
I got probation for a recharge
Seen n***as shot up over [?]
Got burnt fucking with a sleaze broad
I swear this place ain’t got no love
N***a shot a bitch right in front the fucking club
I seen that shit with my own eyes
Heartbroke hoes left [?] on my phone line
I swear I used to push the ground crew
Told that hoe that I’m out of town too
Got every pit bull from my n***a [?]
Right after my momma put me out the crib
In Richmond
[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Good lord, goddamn
Petey Petey came up
Couple years back we was down low
So we got high to get ZUP
What you know bout dark days
Pointing that gun at yourself
Tell me everything about life
Man you can’t blame nobody else
Ay boy I seen it all, and I’m still here
It’s lions and tigers and bears, but I do not care
That’s because I am a bullet
I gave you powers my theme song
Ding dong pull it
Peep my trajectory bet he connecting me rip through yo hoodie
I’m running on empty living life to the fullest
Good lord, goddamn
Petey Petey came up
Just a real n***a, talking real n***a shit
Damn real n***as get through
Let’s look at how everybody go crazy
Look at how everybody know the words
Look at how I got a cracker saying “n***a”
Don’t give a fuck everybody blowing herb
Everybody have fun, everybody felt pain
Everybody encountered a black cloud, ever follow em in rain
Turning doubts to flame
But I’m hotter than the form of Shakira
Born with a thorn in my ear I
Swear I, cried out to God begging for help
And then he gave it to me in the form of a mirror
Damn Petey Petey you getting deep on us
They was sleep eyes up, pull the sheets on em
Reave on em, blocking my energy grows in my flows to my chakras
I’m the type n***a might run with the chopper
You the type n***a get thrown in a locker
I’m out for paper, running the stacks
Up in the racks so in the beat I can throw me Tanaka
[Outro]