My Hood

My hood Kitchen we be whipping (We be whipping) In my streets With my peeps You ain't from my hood We got chickens Koo-kooing Wake us up inside the kitchen We be whipping Potholes in my streets Reggae beats in my beats Yeah You ain't from my hood We got birdmen Koo-kooing let us know when When they lurking We be working Backwoods with my G's Steel Reserves for my G's Yeah We hear it all the time Murder murder crime Working all the time Still don't make a dime What are we to do What are we to do We don't have a clue Out here like a zoo Run wild little child They don't understand your world Tho they create it for you Tho they create it for you Then they stay blind to it Then they point the finger at me Calling me all of these things But who are you Where are you Where do you come from? You ain't from my hood We got chickens Koo-kooing Wake us up inside the kitchen We be whipping Potholes in my streets Reggae beats in my beats Yeah You ain't from my hood We got birdmen Koo-kooing let us know when When they lurking We be working Backwoods with my G's Steel Reserves for my G's Yeah Do not know how it feels to often lose your loved ones Don't know what it's like to be flooded with drugs and guns Don't know what it's like to fear for the life of your son's Don't know what it's like to have failing education. But we want outcomes gonna get em. Two times, man I'm about mine Flipping my dimes To pass down my line Tried to get me but I found my mind Just gotta notice the signs You're beautiful... They just don't want you to know They tryna keep that shit discreet as they mimic Your knowledge, your style, and your speech If you peep they even steal the beat Boom But just stay tuned Because you sow what you reap they planet is free but the living ain't cheap Its natural selection Do you feel the heat They ain't from my streets They judge and they preach They take and they take but they never are pleased The greed and the hate, man its just a disease But we gon live on, rooted still planting seeds! You ain't from my hood We got chickens Koo-kooing Wake us up inside the kitchen We be whipping Potholes in my streets Reggae beats in my beats Yeah You ain't from my hood We got birdmen Koo-kooing let us know when When they lurking We be working Backwoods with my G's Steel Reserves for my G's Yeah