Lyrics:
home I'm taking the summer
Spring winter and fall
Finna play with them numbers
By the End of next year I'll have commas on commas
Ain't gon be in
green, but I think it's bout time that I handle the rock
Y'all be so quick to want beef
But get screwed by the portions slow down and make sure that it's
duck I don't shoot I got 9 11s
You can tell by my hood k'dala ngi isosha
Ngi vul'incqondo when I'm done you gon need closure
From the home of a young
This ones for the girls
Who love diamonds and some pearls
All my mami's from the 'burbs
Who still fucking with some hood niggas
For my girls popping
Yeah, the TV makes it seem once you make it out the hood
Your problems are solved
Everything seems good Niggas start to hate
Or they want to be like
bullets for them triggers squeeze
Been a lot of murders, hope your mans ain't no switching team
In the hood I stay with my hoodie I'm staying in my league
the wankstas, the posers
Whatever name you may call them by
Tonight, they're known as the fake asses
I started rappin' cuz I'm tired of fake ass
So called fuckin'
mek yuh my wife
Skin it out in style
Open up mek mi push it inside
Yuh pussy good yuh pussy tight
Mi hood can never drop asleep inside
Bounce pon it
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
the rings off!
We hold the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecs, hood
the bricks
While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
misleadin the youth nigga
Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga
Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance
You keep lyin, still the young keep
up in his arms
I was blinded by his charm and I couldn't see
Like the story of little red riding hood
The big bad wolf was up to
Up to no good,
by his mother alone
The example of a real man was never shown
He was replaced by the government on his throne
He pays for a house he cant call home
And all these mommies look fly today
And all we wanna do is get by today
Heyyy
We're gonna have a good day
And ain't nobody gotta cry today
'Cause
In my tree house, by myself
I wipe my snot tears, by myself
I smell like hamster food, by myself
I'm climbing down, by myself
I see Greaseball
Oooo I need some money
Out here in the hood
Man these niggas sell you stories
I can't spend a dime can't let a nigga see me sorry
A jug could getchu
You're missing the point, Mystyc, cipher dominators
Collaborate verbal weapons like an army of terminators
Stomp through your hood like a sentinel do
Stick
automatics spittin and blastin
Bllllllaattttttt
And do yo fuckin drugs to this
Fuck yo bitch if you want to this
Drive by on them niggaz if you want
Hit yo
to the fullest
Everybody dying caused by a bullet
Everybody scared to dream nowadays
Walk the same path go find another way
I’ve been tryna get the money but it’s
quand je suis sur le Rain-té (Oh yeah Oh yesh )
Mon talent réveille ton animosité
On sait opérer tard le soir (Oui oui)
Le drive-by sera tard la soir
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
wanna drip in the night (yeah eh yeah)
Poles by my side
I got the sticks by my side (yeah eh yeah)
Whippin the ride
It’s just me and my guys (yeah
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