Lyrics:
they pull strings like cellos
The Hoods been fucked like a slut in stilettos
Kids want A class not no A levels
In a human race where a Gucci belt is
A hood Nigga that still….
Coped pistols cuz I don't got em
I rather knuckle up show my son I'm a roll model
Nan Natta hustle harder than the Don
with scopes
Bean in thе Bentley, I'm jiggy, she dig me
Steam in the hemi, my fleece was by Ricky
Them boys can have not a piece of this city
My young
don't you know I rap and sing
And in my hood and what I've seen
You probably wouldn't last a week
And in my hood the good never outweigh the bad
Don't be
moves I'ma make those
Goofy niggas in the hood toting Dracos where
I'm from the mud
Lil nigga we'll take those
Teeth gold
Wrist froze with a big
a tech-9 sprayin'
your fan belt motor
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the hood
I pull quick
Video tape you in a puddle of blood with razors in
your
think
I cant be without you
Ain't nothin but a hood poet Call me William Shakespeare from the streets
I know the hood felt it one of ours died we all
Damn lil momma body banging
Damn lil momma body banging
You look just like a model baby
Damn lil momma body banging
I can tell by yea walk that you
like jeff hardy if he think he umaga
Bitch from the hood but she look like a model
That's errbody bitch that ain't ain't my girl
Surrounded by shooters
jumped in the game I was 7 years old,
Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho.
Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat,
Always
ride by myself
Cause I ain't snitching on me
I watch my back when I'm out in these streets
I'm with Zay, or I ain't going to the east
My brother legally
diverse, this type of paper just don't fold
Or get throwed in the booty club flexing
With hootie hoo them hoes and have them glued to the section
How many brothers doing time
How many fathers not around
How many kids up in these streets
How many
Starving Nothing to eat
How many think I'm talking
Why in life sometimes
We look around
But never look up
Role models they want to be like
Who they really see on the tv screen
But it's not what it
You know what really puzzles me in life
Sometimes it's the fact that we look around
But we never look up though
Talk them Merci
Role models
They want
just like him
I'm doing this for that white bit in Boca
I had one night her
I'm doin it for them days after dark
You lost your life bruh
Scp that
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
Drug Insanity
by Zeefellaz (produced by Calidad)
(S. Williams, A. Ikechukwu, K. Ikechukwu)
INTRO
shey you dey whine me
you whine me, say you love me
crooked cop
Causing mass destruction on that couple man he wouldn't stop
Peeping out Role Models with that guy named Paul Rudd
Seann William Scott it was
Migos, wha? Go Ride in the road man I get my serve on,
Know is on trouble, call me mister serve on
Talking on a cell phone real, real hook
inner tleva in me you know
Blend in with the so-called heathens
Energy that screams that I'm not to be fucked with
Only the fool in me can fool me
If
the feather in his brim
I swim under water and don't get wet
Then bounce back to the hood and see-walk the set
I keep it gangsta all the time
An you can ask
the hood to be here (yeah)
Only right that I ball (yeah)
Marble floors, chandeliers (yeah)
Eatin' crab legs with the champagne
Drivin' bad thangs in
a-list isn't
So that means i'm hardly ever out
I'm mostly in the hood with the captains and the generals
A gangster and a gentleman
Weapons in both hands
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