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Started off as a little nigga
I was out to get it
Had a half a rack at fifteen
I turned around and flipped it
By nineteen I was trapping hard

like semons
I give her the dick when she earn it
I need that wet shit
She got my name on a necklace
Get a bag make sure its hefty
You can come by, give

and they stare if you don’t 

Always did my own thang, I been living by the hustle 

There ain’t ever been a time where anybody love me, shit

I get up out

the pudding
In my neck of da woods
Speaking the truth
Actions speak louder
For my Boyz N the Hood
I'ma hop in the Ryde
Never hop out
Ready to slide
Back you up

Ha Ha Ha
BY
It's like every time a mf takes a step forward
It's like taking two steps back in this bitch
But life goes on
Dissociated
Huh
Huh
Yeah

the hood
Go gotta and she got a good soul in her
Kind of woman I can take on the road with me
Money right and I been got right with the lord
Shit change

and change em
Make her pray the day away
And then she shake it like some shaknblade
Shit gone taste like bacon
Yes I’m really jaded
Whatever you heard by me

fuck my hood
i couldn't snitch, shit i was saved
unless i was willing to pay
that's why i wasn't willing to stay
i could do bad by myself
i ain't even

with a rat like she Minnie 
Stayed 10 toes down to my hood 
B4 juice in the henny. 

East Wynnton in my city 
I'm ridin round I was gettn it 
(I thought

fucked up
Trusting so much gets you killed
Don't really owe these niggas shit

You don't even know
Where I be coming from
Straight out the hood
Thugga from

a minute, so you just wait
Mix hood with the wicked
I'm bout to take it to infinite, nigga let's get paid
When we ride yeah we wicked
Wicked Whippin
When we

hold u by your flaws
Confess your sins to a sinner and he'd start feeling righteous
Don't give two fuck , got my weed bro man ,ima light up
Sing this

to school
I've seen people on the streets sleeping on newspapers
I walk by and drop a dollar hope I don't see them later
I've seen fakeness, when I know both

market
Searchin' how to buy a brain
Better boss your life up
Before you die lame
I'm a martyr in my hood
If I die today
I'm a hustler
I make money any

the right arm
Penning classics off a iPhone Hood anthems and I write poems
Ghetto profit a phenomenon Jennings legend i’m an icon
I’ll waiter i’ll cater i’ll

ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry

And by any means that's necessary
Designer jeans, my

them want he knew
They took over territory two by two
They aint had not guns, they aint take no food
They aint do it so that they can be a dope dealer

a church boy, but inside he's still a thug
He was fired from his job, so he thinks of selling drugs
He holding on by a thread that was stitched with love
He

like Wes Craven
I walk through the hood see OG's and they praising
Career heating up in the kitchen I'm baking
Hanging with thugs like I'm rocking with

reflexes
Walked by my homie try not to look in his casket
My peripheral caught him tho I'm having flashes
I didn't go to the wake my homie from my hood

time for time for this bigotry
Who you know rhyming like me
When you get caught in a jam who you know gon be sliding like me
By myself but feel 10 deep

ring bells
Maybe not in your hood
I’m upscale
Nigga used to sell nicks wit no clientele
Now my blunts fatter than a fucking dragons tale
And I’m skimpin

this Uppercut
Elected by my people like I'm senator
I ain't tryna be a king I'm an emperor
Matter fact imma kill all your kings call me ak killmonger

echelon, but man I'm just a Lego block
Think she left the kettle on by accident, I'm extra hot
I be rolling extra cones, flowing through my megaphones