This here ain't no romance it's an urban erotic tale
Hood life, gats, stacked papers set a thugsta up to fail
The 'Licious lovers, known for the closed lips
Lettin the dro drift, whole click, boat trips
Pocono slope shit, runnin our own shit!
But life is more than riddles and rap
Check it while I draw a visual map,
Thru the ghetto were the criminals at, doing criminal acts
Between the present and the past, Thug is bridging the gap
Posers can't step in the same booth as I'm in
Blunts, glocks, and diamonds
I'm hoopin everyday like I'm one shot from dyin!
These hoods give a fuck about jump shots and rhymin
They rather pump rock til the sun stops from shinin
Cuz this here ain't no romance we bout to thug it in this story...
So grab a forty, flip the page, and live the pain and glory