Lyrics:
my belt
Switched no sides stayed ten toes down by my self
And of course they gone envy me I did it with no help
All this water in my mouth I'm the hood
Would you ever go
To places that elevated you by edibles
What you didn't know
That the project was the projects
Scrutiny gazing down the arms next
Who
the flow, here we go, sickamo'
Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row
Niggas didn't catch it anyway
They pat me on the back, talkin' 'bout "Yeah, J"
Well
with him, made me a hustler
Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects
Revolutionaries, who ain't open up they eyes yet
Life of a slave, ain't no
Mr. hood
Nigga I'm good
Ace hood
Face good
Wish a nigga would
Take this
Bake this
Feed it to the wolves,
These muthafukas should
I'm beatin like
Uh! Man I never did no shit like this before man
I just keep hearin' this fuckin' voice in my head man
It's like it's good vs. evil really man
want it all or nothin
I just left the mall im stuntin
Like he spend up all these hundreds
Buying out the bar, keep them comin
Keep your eyes on your
a crack at it
Disappear like Black magic
They wanna kill a nigga so I got it
Keep a canon nigga might get to wyiling
Couple bands on me this not
feels like It's never good enough
In the hood that's tough, so you start looking up at the sky
Asking God 'if it's better up there
Than the world full
my flashing eye
simultaneously and at any moment we could die
and so with urgency I keep a candle by my side
and watch it disappear and glow
a child now I'm in it
pure soul never die
Why they tell me I take it too far? Only make me go harder
Far out shining
Keep flying, never land so above
it and keep on movin'
Guess who's back up in the house
Original Cleveland criminals
niggas just send them subliminal messages like
"Murda, Mo Murda
with niggas that could pay to get me killed now I left the hood and I still carry the steal round Cause all this smoke leave me no choice but to air it
niggas in the hood so they can do the dirty
And you really lucky nowadays if you make it thirty
Putting holes on a nigga chest just like a Jersey
bro pulls up Issa must
Back my blade I do it for the course
Oi, run up mouth get bored
Big man put your lies in pause
And good in my hood of course
Run
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
who ain't got no feelings
Keep your eyes open
No doubt, no doubt son, I got this
I got this
Just watch my back, I got the front, yo
Check it out now
by your side)
Sometimes I don't know what to do (X, dry your eyes)
But I know what I gotta do (it'll be alright)
You keep givin' me the word,
by your side)
Sometimes I don't know what to do (X, dry your eyes!)
But I know what I gotta do (it'll be alright)
You keep givin' me the word,
Throw it on me (throw it on me) Throw it on me (throw it on me)
We in da club like (uh huh uh huh uh huh…)
We in da hood like (uh huh uh huh uh huh…)
We
grateful
You Don’t understand me
Live in the project
Neggas gonna Chase it
Neggas gonna make it (Yeah)
Am from the mud
Swear to god am From the real struggle
can’t keep it real with yourself
And that’s what’s really hurting me
I walked through hell by myself
I’m from a different pedigree
S.e.x with these
Walkin down the street with my, glock in my hand
No safety, you know it and our guns don't jam
Keep one in the hand and no need for cockin
When
niggas its some real niggas on the block
Cause every hood got a trigga happy nigga
That don't give a fuck about puttin two in your liver
But how you figure
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