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My Hood

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Still posted on the block
With my bros, all my jewels outside
If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool
I'm cool outside
1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end
I'm heading outside, you know
I could never be a Jim, I been around from them
I swear outside

I come a long from a push back
Black towel hoodie, I'm a hood guy
Gas Gang, I was like Suge Knight
Now I live it up, every month book flights
I don't wanna be broke, so I work hard
Raw game, you can tell by my war scars
Oh Lord, thank God that I got far
Couple of my real niggas in the graveyard
No, I never gave a fuck since a young buck
Hard talks, I was rolling 2 guns up
Shit's changed, I don't really wanna bust shots
Money got me actin' calm, mans gwopped up
That's right fam, I started with a pound
Then I made a bill
Started on the block, now I'm livin' in the hills
Started on pushbacks, now it's chrome wheels
Fam I started from the bottom, I was really in the field

Still posted on the block
With my bros, all my jewels outside
If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool
I'm cool outside
1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end
I'm heading outside, you know
I could never be a Jim, I been around from them
I swear outside

Still up on the hood, my bro say he ain't healthy
Nigga I ain't rich, I ain't wealthy
Even if I was rich, this the hood that birthed me
Of course leavin' all this behind would burn me
Sometimes I do love the action
Push my bloodclot grams, and the Pagan actin'
Movies, doors gettin' slapped in
Rob mans cousins and uncles, they know that I planned it

This world, in this world, back up your gun, don't stall
I be lookin' down knots, on my way to get the food
When it comes to the beef, yeah me done talking
Boy raised on the real side
Yeah you need to hittin' niggas with a clothes line
My bros got my back in the hood man, you know I'm sayin'

Still posted on the block
With my bros, all my jewels outside
If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool
I'm cool outside
1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end
I'm heading outside, you know
I could never be a Jim, I been around from them
I swear outside

Send my message to these pricks, I'm comin'
Keep runnin', don't lack, I sneeze touch a button
Ab's comin' niggas better start running
Used to run up in the trap, like "Boss gimme somethin'!"
Gimme something now you buzzing and a talking
I remember them days never selling out shows
I remember them days, I was broke
I remember them days for my G, Free Smoke!

Still posted on the block
With my bros, all my jewels outside
If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool
I'm cool outside
1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end
I'm heading outside, you know
I could never be a Jim, I been around from them
I swear outside

Still posted on the block
With my bros, all my jewels outside
If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool
I'm cool outside
1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end
I'm heading outside, you know
I could never be a Jim, I been around from them
I swear outside


Autor(es): Agassi Babatunde Odussina

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