[Richard Parker]
Hey, young blood
Come here, let me talk to you
I've seen you grow up all your life around here
Never said two words
But I ain't gon' be here forever
You done come up, and this your block
Your daddy own that house, my mama own this one
This your hood
Make sure you takin' some photos, man
Before you know it, it won't be the same, I'm tellin' you
Enough with all that
You gon' be the one that all these young cats look up to
So be careful how you move
They watchin' you like a hawk, man
It's your turn to rise up, it's on you
So what you gon' do with it?
Yo, what's good, bro?
What's poppin', bro, how you feelin' bro, how you? I ain't seen you in a minute
Bro, I see you out here with...
[Kota the Friend]
Hair braids and band aids
Double dutch queens and hairspray
Dominoes, baes, and milk crates
Say it to my face if you feel a way
I hit you with that boom boom bap
Like it's Dilla day
Boy from the hood but he been away
I am home, on the Ave
Been in palms, got a draft on the scroll
Put the scraps on the stove, now I'm cookin'
I been haunted seein' these lessons
I been grabbin' every blessin', word to Zars
Manifestin', been writin' it in the stars
Spent my whole 26 fightin' against the odds
All while they were sleepin', was buildin' my Noah's Arc
We been through so much that our spirits glow in the dark
Jay help every nigga in Hollywood beat the charge
I'm home, and our river is overflowin' with garden love
My son hair nappy just like his mama
I do my own thing, I'm indie just like my father
I am obligated to take the baton farther
Than anybody before me for anybody that follow
We from the earth
They couldn't buy me, a nigga know what he worth
I'm the product of the sun, rain and dirt
My garden is in full bloom (Bloom, bloom, bloom)
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