Lyrics:
heads with the beam out
Niggas strolled in my hood to get greased down
Wait hold on
You thought I was done but I wasnt
I'm from the West Coast
Real
to ancestors
True story, give the glory to God, receive the blessings
Made in an image, of his likeness, my true essence
[William Cooper]
I ride for
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
on a nigga like Katt Williams perm
Walked the path of a king, first I saw it in my dreams
Now it's happening, ayo, Hit, we got these niggas
'Cause every
on the streets
R34, bitches want more
R35 issa dinosaur
Pull up with the cheques now these bitches all sore
V6 under the hood let it roar
I pull up in a new GT
and she's hood, she do hair and she got weed for sale
So happy might be Pharrell, act right you might see Chanel
Have ya rims flickin' like a booger off
asked is anybody learning from the past,
Were living in united stagnation
Father...what have I done,
I took that 22,
A gift for me from you,
brought this synthetic hero in
My bars are like Oxy tablets
I'll fucking catch you in the fucking hood
And pop up with a large
Tool like a car mechanic
saleries.
HIP HOP, HIP HOP, HIP HOP
It's in the academies,
Hauled from the streets of the hood every family
But what if Hip Hop didn't exist?
There wouldn't
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
pops is gone and that ain't no good
Gotta follow in the footsteps of the homies from the hood
And where's the role model?
Niggas putting brew
In my
pity"
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin' mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
(walk away from me)
We different, I'm not the one to converse (uh-huh)
By the time you mumble your verse
I'll be in top five company, comfortably,
it
And Big be that nigga we be flying through your hood
And hood rats scoping with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we hate em, see em like we
to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it
Even if I did I wouldn't be with it
I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches
I'm
jewels and they dancin'
Skippin' school, won't get caught by Mr. Manny
Jumped in the streets and I start taking chances
Ride with big Glocks and these
a muscle car
Cuz you hustle hard
In the strip club
And on the boulevard
She's a model drinks moscato by the bottle
If you give her some Gelato
You won't see
pills and lean
No role models we was products of the typa shit we seen
Senior year we was in it for real started riding wit the heat
By the time we
in, and we out
Like em bougie, like em small, like em hood, like em thick
She don't care about them girls, she the baddest in the clique
Shorty standin'
at me
I blend in with the best of them
Shooters and robbers
I'm on that william shit
I black your eye for blogging
What the fuck is the problem?
Violence
You could find me in the hood poppin'
Or in the club stuntin' there is no
Other option and you can't tell me nothin'
The camera keeps flashin' so
and cuss me a break, I'm from the south, deep in the body
My hood be the heart, the trenches had like I'm doing the time, feel the scoop, been
The worst
on the backstreets rolling up backwoods
She fuck with me cause I mac good
She don't fuck with you cause you act hood
But it's just an act
You don't trap blood
I tap in
the Hood off you
Now in my hood the only colors banging is the blue
Yeah and we ain't talking bout no crips though
The cops ugh Roll through ya hood
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