Lyrics:
Now I'm in the club, bottles on me (club, me)
Louis Vuitton fits, models on me (bitch, me)
Heavy chains, nothin' hollow on me (me)
I'm a star now,
Consequences and repercussions
When the boys turn to men
And the self destruction
Gods in the hood
Trapped in facades in the hood
Always getting even cause
in my feelings
Codeine got me in my feelings
I'm high now
Gotta go, gotta roll by the projects
Drop the pack, feed the hood, livin' lawless
Tax
The rest is history
RIPDONT
Hold up wait Let me start from top
Growing up in the hood where they calling me bop
Football was my thing I really love it
smashing bottles
And models
I'm so reckless
I hope by now that you got the fucking message
Pouring codeine on my motherfucking cup man
She told me that I got
for seven
My hood is not no tourist attraction, it's not what I'm interested in
My block is not a twitter tutorial, so we not mention this shit
Me
award shows was never rich
But dropping gems to poor souls
Tap a super model
She bound to need Morse code
Screaming with my head in her box
It ain't
who gon' hold me down
Stuck in the hood, had to move outta town
I can't ever let 'em be with you bein around me
They know when I'm 'round I be shinin'
have I learned?
Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms
What have I learned?
It don't matter when nobody take it, they is a concern
See the good in
the hoe, go right up when the slime come and talk
Y'all niggas some old niggas, I don't know what y'all nigga 'bout
Racks in Goyard bag, yeah
Hood baby
about the bees and the birds?
How bout you get served by waiters I've paid?
By the way that I paved?
By the way that I saved enough dough for three years
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah Too lit two Vibes in my hand girlfriend
I'm just passing by so check your man girlfriend
Ain't got time this new designer on me
Every G in the hood's giving me props
Because I bang hard like a beatbox
I'm living my life right by the book of Christ
But folks are gon' hate cause you
the bo-legged wit the curves just like a model
Project chick but pretty just like a model
When I'm rollin through the hood she on dubs
Don't mind gettin in
of indie niggas with me repping Philly
Oh Lord, it's the Hood Pope
Shouldn't walk cause I could float
Model bitch, get a good throat
Said she in love
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
shooting guns fantasizing
fascinated by gold rope chains
looking back at my hood days
but things aint changed
[chorus]
[Millenium Thug]
In my hood niggaz
South London, bonkers dungeon
More West London, London, that's where I come from, born in North West
Prince Harry and Williams got my respect like Venus
Out on the streets in the 90's
Never had enough money for an ice cream
Niggas on the other side wanna fight me
All the chicks in the hood wanna wife
to make a better way for our women and kids
Oh, do you know what it feels like to sit in a cell
Eight by ten on a possession with intention to sell
You want
sometimes fought
A young nigga in the ghetto
With plenty of dreams
Surrounded by the police
And many of fiends
At 13 started mobbin'
14 started robbin'
It's
nigga in the ghetto
With plenty of dreams
Surrounded by the police
And many of fiends
At 13 started mobbin'
14 started robbin'
It's hard to have
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
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