Still Hood
Lyrics
(We got London on the track)
You was fakin' it all along
Felt that shit inside my bone
Had a feelin' you had told
When I felt it in my soul
And you know your word ain't strong
'Cause they know you gettin' old
Ever since I been on
We give the trenches hope
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, keep it a buck, it ain't nobody fuckin' with us
I can't sit 'round talkin' about other niggas
That shit old, I don't care what he did
We was cool, but it is what it is now
Broke as fuck, used to live at my man's house
I work hard, they ain't give me no handouts
Bro ain't really a opp, he just fanned out
Can't believe we just slept on the same couch
How you play like it's fuck me then come back
And switch up and ask me for somethin' with the same mouth?
We have spots in the hood, make sure everyone good
Beat that bitch for too months then we change out
We could be anywhere, we gon' bang out
If you see me, they pay me, I don't hang out
I got too many cars, need a bigger garage
Call the realtor, tell her to change house
This shit deep, I take care of my kids side of they family
I'm too rich to let somebody handle me
Nah, for real, I pay rent for my young niggas mama'nem
We got away on the chase, I was one of them
Pay attention to me, you could run it up
I ain't drove it in weeks, gotta warm it up
You gon' D-I-E if you come at us
Got a Richard Mille, it's a one-of-one
I was stuck on the block, ain't have nothin' comin' in
Every time I fell, I got back up again
I'm gon' practice 'til I fuckin' win
We ain't brothers, I don't call you niggas twin
Got the hittas trailin' me inside a Benz
Everything I got on I'm tryna times ten
And I don't fuck with y'all niggas, I ain't friendly
I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me?
You complainin', and you don't even gotta be
I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' me
I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be
I ain't trippin', I just wanna live good
Woulda gave you my all, probably still would
When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good
Been all over the world, but I'm still hood
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
You ask me for drugs, I can't get 'em gone
My uncle want drugs, I'll give it to him
He thinkin' he me when I put him on
Auntie fuckin' in the bedroom
I had to sleep inside a nigga bathroom
Puttin' duct tape on the air mattress, so the air wouldn't really leave from
Real niggas on standby, all that fake love, I don't need none
I don't really talk cash with a bitch unless the bitch really need some
One nigga told me he started with dimes and nicks, he say he gon' die with a brick
One nigga told me forever gon' carry his gun, that nigga died with his stick
I grew up with a little bit of death, and my uncle had cancer, I had to share a room with a junkie
I told you I grew up the toughest, came from nothin', had to wash up with a bucket
Police had told me slow down when I be in the city 'cause they say I'm startin' a ruckus
Fucked the bitch then give the bitch a plan B, and told her this shit come with my money
I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me?
You complainin', and you don't even gotta be
I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' me
I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be
I ain't trippin', I just wanna live good
Woulda gave you my all, probably still would
When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good
Been all over the world, but I'm still hood
Felt that shit inside my bone
And you know your word ain't strong
'Cause they know you gettin' old
(We got London on the track)
Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Durk D. Banks, London Tyler Holmes
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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