Lyrics:
Watch how the city celebrate
Cause it's a real nigga holliday
Trap, they love it, streets, they love it
The hood, they love it, the block
They love it
In
be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money that you make
You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together
No matter
Chorus:
It's either me and my wifey or I'm rolling with the family
Might see me by myself just rolling in my Hoopty
Rolling in my Hoopty, Rolling
that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss
Trae so hood bitch I am the truth
I get paid bein
a gat
In this ghetto and havoc thats when they move slabs of crack
My parents both died, how to handle that
We light candles and cry wish we had them back
the hood sleeved up with tattoos
Im in the backyard where everything poppin off might get confronted by the hoes that you knockin off
The young niggas
hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck
Codeine, kush, I'm a fiend in the ghetto
Hustle got a nigga living
Dreams in the ghetto
Bitch, I'm in the hood
You never seen in the ghetto
Look, fuck nigga,
trapped in the plan designed by another side
I ain't contributing to genocide (why?)
'Cause I'm colorblind
Niggas in the hood ain't changed
And I've
to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
[Coolio]
get up out her clothes
If you look off in our mouth you can tell that we're paid
If we smiling while walking by its like a Mardi Gras parade
Riding
way to survive is, is just to
live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that
in my grill
Them doubters and them non believers that said I wouldn't
And them A&Rs when I spit them bars that said I couldn't
And them bourgie
dropped a new slab but
I swear it's the same setup just Different cuts if you come to My lab
I buy out the work and
Hand out
Put it all on my tab
It come
the weather gets hot I find a spot in the shade
Im the magnificent like special ed I got it made
I talk shit and I back it up Can't believe I'm acting up
Fuck foreigns, I fuck hood bitches with warrants
Faded hoe tats but her ass was enormous
Shared it with my peers but won't seed it like a torrent
Smoking on some cherry pie got me living life
Floating high
Coasting by in my Subie ride
Got the munchies so I'm tryna get a snack
Reaching in the back
slabs by the halfs
[Chorus x 2]
Tuck, tuck that ice in
You ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck
the hood, different place at different times
Thought about it in my mind, had to put that in my rhymes
Couldn't do it on the constant, cause I couldn't get
cried again at the thought my homie died in sin
tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work,
getting played like spades
and it makes my heart hurt
certified by the sender
I bring the hood to any section I enter
And that they better remember
They tell me smile but in they no mind DJ
One of my brothers
gotta have it in da hood dey say im a savage
And I can't forget to shout out all of ma players in Dallas
Wanna be a baller ever since I heard dat lil troy
the peephole - in the crime lab
Countin Ginos, cut-tin dime slabs
Then he bagged up Chino, rushed through the crowd with a hee-ho
Slapshots, jackpots,
Shit he left skid marks
I let the clip spark
When off in the hood
Played the bench till its dark
I'm profouned to the drug game
A thin line between love
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