Out the Hood
Conway the Machine, Young Roddy
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But Katrina done washed away all the photos All the condos, all the coco Uh It's hard in the Big Easy, ain't shit easy I use to watch my uncle hide that money in the deep freezer He use to give me game, he always solo in his two-seater His favorite quote, one life to live, he kept him two heaters He said he not in no beef, but he kept a piece (kept a piece) Got a baby at the crib who need to eat Got a lady at the crib, see that's his queen (that's his queen) Got a brother but that nigga in the bing (damn) When he was free they had the dope game in a chokehold But Katrina done washed away all the photos All the condos, all the coco All the bandos, all the polos I guess it's time for plan B, pass the Swisher Sweet You either have a sweet pull up or a mean sixteen (uh) It's a dog-eat-dog world, it's either him or me It's a dog-eat-dog world, dawg I gotta eat I pray we all make it out the hood, my nigga They say the good die young up in the hood, my nigga I pray we all make it out the hood, my nigga They say the good die young up in the- Look, I made this verse the morning of my mother's date of birth Recorded instead of celebrating the woman that gave me birth But she knows this music comes first, that's just the way I work (uh-huh) Had every obstacle against me, but I made it work (I did) In the basement, plate and razor, digi' scale, I'm weighing work (bag up) I sold my neighbors work I sold Tom an eighth for a hundred on his way to work (yeah) Know a nigga who killed his cousin for snitchin', he saw the paperwork Still hugging on his mama when she pray in church (real shit) My other little homie died, he took a bad pill, fentanyl laced his Perc, damn (R.I.P.) Ricky Hyde asked me how I maintain my thirst Told him just do the math Rick just like he played with dirt We both come from nothin', straight from the bottom (listen) Now I'm in this position, just tell me get 'em, I got 'em (I got these niggas) 'Cause I'm ain't tryna go back to where we came from (talk to 'em) And I ain't stoppin' 'til my city on top of the game, uh (uh) Yeah, Machine, bitch (brr) I pray we all make it out the hood, my nigga They say the good die young up in the hood, my nigga I pray we all make it out the hood, my nigga They say the good die young up in the hood, my nigga
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Written by: Corey Stanfield, Demond Price, Roderick Brisco
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