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Ooh, Mister Hood with that walk, so smooth Ain't another who can spit game like you Haha, hello In those streets, you got that style It's me, haha Brand-new drop-top (Yeah) And a million dollar smile (Uh) I'm arrivin' at the bank, they recognize me by my face Know I'm good in fifty states, I'm a legend 'round my way A disciple when you pray, you a peasant when you hate Do the work and keep the faith, I stay aligned in namaste But these niggas poppin' fly like I won't climb from out that space I always played the humble role and they gon' bite the bait I'm ruthless when it's war if I feel some type of way Them Zoes get on your ass, they just one call away I'm dripped in diamonds chains, these Diors ain't got a stain From the Maybach to the plane, I'm countin' Euros out in Spain Went Saint Laurent the frames, my bitch covered in Vera Wang With a two-tone Rollie plane, I made my millions spittin' pain In the trenches, givin' game, no obsession for no fame No emotions for no lame, I stood on ten against the grain Life insurance on my name, trustfunds for my kids Niggas talkin' how they would've couldn't did it how I did, huh Ooh, Mister Hood with that walk, so smooth Letras de cancionesIt gotta be in you, not on you, mane (Uh-huh) You know the man, don't try to be the man (Ain't another who can spit game like you) You dig? Fix myself In those streets, you got that style (Yes, sir) Brand-new drop-top and a million dollar smile (Uh, yeah) New deposits in my safe, mini mansion in the A Some of my homies call me Ace, but Mister Hood got different taste Triple seven's on my plates, I want the brussels with my steak Cut the grass and see the snakes, don't put no candles on my cake Get the money, keep the faith, trick the blind and lead the stray Niggas terrible as a person, think that money make them great Niggas lied, it's only God that kept his word until this day From a youth of shootin' crates, to playin' ball on my estates How it feel to lose your dog, when you finally got to ball? When you finally got the call? When you finally got it all? That trauma turned to pain, I had to heal, so we evolve Are you talkin', Mister Hood? I'ma pop it like I should When the real ones come outside, we keep imposters in for good Ever since I got married, they been poppin' out the woods I put that on my hood, I put that on my dogs 'Til the day I get that call, I only vouch to give my all, nigga Ooh, Mister Hood with that walk, so smooth Ain't another who can spit game like you In those streets, you got that style Brand-new drop-top and a million dollar smile (Yeah) Mister, Mister Hood From Letras Mania