Testo My Hood - $tupid Young, Young Drummer Boy, Grinch-O

My Hood

They ain’t talking money my nigga then that’s some nonsense
I’m just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits
In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious
Took so many L’s I can tell you about these losses
Banging on the net, we catch them we ain’t going to squash it
Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense
In my hood, in my hood (Ayy)
Caught a case and had a different way of viewing things
I’m just trying to get this money up and start doing things
Trying to introduce my neighborhood to some newer things
Just a young Cambodian with all these Cuban links
I done made my own way, I made my own blueprint
Your opinion don’t pay my rent so fuck your two cents
Blowing up in my section turned me into a nuisance
Killas from my section that was my biggest influence
Reputation everything, can’t live with a bad name
We gon' make a toast to never going broke with champagne
Young niggas out here living wild in the fast lane
Ain’t shit changed even though all this cash came
Cause we going to stack it up and split these dividends
Feeling like 50 Cent, choppas for these many men
Way before this rapping we been hopping out that mini-van
Looking at the homie crazy when he said they send him to jail
They ain’t talking money my nigga then that’s some nonsense
I’m just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits
In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious
Took so many L’s I can tell you about these losses
Banging on the net, we catch them we ain’t going to squash it
Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense
In my hood, in my hood
My hood, my hood, it’s getting eerie while it’s after dark
A couple cholos on the move walking through the park
Great aim, sharpshooters, they don’t miss the mark
They trying to hit us with the RICO cause we up the bar
Since early on, my day ones, we on that break-away
I still pray all of you fools who want my life decayed
We’ll get it popping like some seeds in the microwave
I’d risk my freedom if you trying to take my shine away
Adapt too quickly, so I’m hunting for the doorway
I squeeze the trigger I’m just trying to keep my soul today
Mr Capone put me on so you can roll the tape
Exposing all you fucking frauds that always been fake
You couldn’t make it on the stage these are hard days
Moving weigh through your zip code cause
I gotta get it, no more time in the real estate
I am never breaking, that’s my military mind-state
They ain’t talking money my nigga then that’s some nonsense
I’m just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits
In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious
Took so many L’s I can tell you about these losses
Banging on the net, we catch them we ain’t going to squash it
Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense
In my hood, in my hood
Pull up on the opp, that’s a mandatory hop-out
Money came in but this shit ain’t going to stop now
People talk gangster, but I seen too many drop-outs
Bitch I been in gang ain’t no motherfucking cop out
See I’m just trying to stay ten toes, if I spend money then it’s coming back
Came back to the hood, getting love from my old hoes
Speaking on my name but you know that is just a no-go
Hit a sucker with a .40 that’s a 4−0
Shout out to my homie Lil Nasty he a loco
Tatted on his face, got it blasting with the logo
Big sticks on em that’s a motherfucking pogo
My whole hood filled with pain and with blood stains
If you ain’t built for it then you betters stay away
I thank god that he showed me to a better way
But I can’t leave before the homies dead on passing weight
They ain’t talking money my nigga then that’s some nonsense
I’m just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits
In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious
Took so many L’s I can tell you about these losses
Banging on the net, we catch them we ain’t going to squash it
Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense
In my hood, in my hood