Verse 1:

i grew up on the good side of virginia beach
i had to sneak out late at night to get a hit a weed
and get a peek at what the street life was all about wid all its mystery
then i became a citizen by constantly revisiting
its me and pete, drivin nams car widout a license
wid a blunt up in the left hand and a shot up in the right
is this excitement? well at least back then i thought it was
i caught its buzz and we were family i called him cuz
we got alotta love from hyungs older cousins and girls
just because, peters older brothers was thugs
so for us, it wasn't as tough, but it sucked
we wanted blood ten man rumbles under the sun
but it wouldn't come. listen they even set us up
talkin mad shit..they was supposed to have met us up
but as soon as we arrive its two cars from either side
wid two muthafuckin cops screamin hands in the sky damn!

Verse 2:

so as me and pete get older now money becomes an issue
though not as much for me yet but peter he wanted kicks
so shit, i wanted kicks too.
we had to maintain composure now and hold it down for the set
keep shit official
so he started the hustlin i joined in just for the fuck of it
but when the money came in we was lovin it
wid such abundance in a certain plant
its certain that as long as people buyin ya shit you know the word gets back
"so this cat he came from cali and his name is rome"
thats how peter introduced us, "now the gang is whole"
"we got a name for this shit too,man he made it up"
then rome started screamin fuck it! in his native tongue
we made a pact he got my back i got his back now
we never second guess each others words and never back down
or act wild without there bein reason for ya actions
no need to be attractin mad attention to the faction

Verse 3:

though in our minds we were grown,
we still had a little bit of, growin to go
but lo and behold..as this story unfolds
there more to be told i drove like three hours to the north of my home
right? to try to get an education at George Mason
in estimation it should have taken four years
but more years pass and my ass is still in class
or rather still skippin i'd rather keep writin ill writtens
i'd rather pick up a mic and excite hundreds
instead of sittin in class wishin it might be done wid
i might be dumb but shit.. this is jus what i chose
though now the road might just seem a little bit closed
i know it'll open up but.. this hopin stuff is annoyin and sucks
i get pissed cuz these rappas blowin up
while i'm at home and stuck knowin i could show em up
sendin careers right to the coroner what!