Lyrics:
know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em
Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' feed
but to die trife
For steppin' on the next man's Nikes, my motto look for tomorrow
Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out
nag
Her ex keep calling
Nigga miss his boo
I was that nigga til I ran up the loot
Fresh new wheats
Ran it up wit out boot
Had to do it by my lonely
know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em
Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' feed
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
content (They love my content)
I was just sleep on the
Floor stuck in them projects
(Oh, I was sleep)
Now I go get it and I put it in they face
(And that's
side
But you a gangsta tho
Move yo' mama out the hood and give her bankrolls
Count it up Fettuccine pesos
Be careful what you wish and what you pray
a mere glock
Place it up to your back
Fat sacks your smocking on
Mack man with a tone
P-A-T bout the lout
Riding by then I shoot
Who's to say cheefin hay
is so hard(in the project its so hard)
I always wanted to rap
Niggas say they dont like my style(my style)
A hood nigga ask me why trap
I didn't tell
out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look
done did it (uhh)
And I'm still with it, nigga I stay in the hood
But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood
You keep bringin' them fake
but to die trife
For steppin' on the next man's nikes my motto look for tomorrow
Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out
I roll my good up, in my Khakies
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get
Its the same things that we go through
Im trying to show you
When you grow up in the hood
Wanna make it gotta be strong tryna hold on
When you grow
nkoaa
Girls nu feeli y3 paaa
Ma hood bois, ma hood bois, ma hood bois
And it really hurts to start the something
Niggas want the something
Niggas just be
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
ya
Partner, let me upgrade ya
I can do for you what Martin did for the people
Ran by the man, but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that
I'm filling it up and I keep going brazy
Man, I'm just a hood baby
I done came out the gutter, I came out the street
Got my dawg off the leash, got
Back in the projects
Back in the projects
I lost it all
Now I'm back in the projects
Big shots, hardcore drugs
Everything crooked, what you
to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate, then your plan didn't wizork
On that ATL tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with
Project baby (Project baby)
Project baby (Project baby)
Project baby (Project baby)
Project baby (Project baby)
Growing up was the hardest
Couldn't
Why you do her so savage
I just keep it real
Like Tamar Brax
Hood bitch rich, hood bitch rich
Stack a couple hunnids then I flip that shit
Hood bitch
Ain't no disguises rats snakes roaches n da projects
No flaugin hood got animals like busch garden
Violent eat or be ate by yo own kind den
Grimey
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