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Data di rilascio: 18.02.2021
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
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 |