Around here they know I rhyme on the beats/ plus I grind in the streets with my mind on the green/ D.M’s supplyin the fiends everytime that I speak/ they look at me and be like “he just writin with ease”/around here it gets hot from firein heat/ we see the law everyday but we dont like the police/ around here I stay fresh with some Nikes on my feet/ precisely im the truth I never lie to my peeps/ shiiiiiit. I rather die in my sleep/ until then im blowin purp to stay high as can be/ what’s next? ey, we just tryin to be/ no food in the fridge so we grind to eat/ around here I stay dippin with my dime in the seat/ but im never slippin I stay cautious when I ride in the streets yeah!!/ I keep my eyes on my reach/ this is Centralia rd. where you can find me right now. copyright 2007