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Mama used to beat me with my trophy My teacher used to chase me through the hallway My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38 I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23 Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me I got a Glock .30 filled with zombies I'm like a new pair of Loubs, niggas want me I'm in some Off White, niggas wanna off me Pressa make the hood look like palm trees First and furthermore, let's get this clear like Avianne Pull up on his block, we shmurda shit just like we Bobby This rap shit just ain't easy, for this shit you need a body Baby girl got freckles on her face, look like a cookie And why not? Just go blow some bands, don't wear no Reebok Never catch me in the hood rockin' fake designer Never catch me hangin' on the block without my handgun He ain't killed nobody, but he claim he a gangsta My niggas play your block, it's on repeat My dawg underground like it's P3 Uzi shout me out on the TV I keep sayin' I'ma blow, they won't believe me My shooters, my shooters, they come in varies Letras de cancionesThese niggas, they bitches, they scared of police The Feds hate a nigga, they stole my jewelry Why [?] legendary It's scary, I bet he in this room, he prolly hear me Pressa lock the city like a Dudley My niggas swing around like a monkey I got a glizzy, rockin' in my Monclers Traphouse whippin' dope and I done broke my wrist [?] And ceelo's only time a nigga gamble These niggas hesitate, they start to fiddle Where I'm from, homicides go by the triple Mama used to beat me with my trophy My teacher used to chase me through the hallway My nigga, he done snaked me for my .38 I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23 Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me Real nigga, never stole out my mom's purse Grade school, mama used to tuck my collar Loyalty's a price, I can't rob her I went from baller to a baller I went from ball court to a bando So much hand transactions, I got handles It's fucked up how I made money on [?] I'll never leave my dawg, yeah, for dead like a weirdo 'Cause niggas nowadays, they so fake, man Where I'm from, we take your gun if you're a wasteman And all that sit-at-home shit, never rate that I hit the road and got dirty on my way back Niggas sit at home playin' video games I learned to go and get it, buy [?] My nigga's on your block, he needs to relocate Shoot a nigga in his face, do it the [?] way Yeah, you know how we rock, do it the [?] way, shit Free my niggas, R.I.P. my niggas and shout all my bros From Letras Mania