Still Hood

歌詞

(We got London on da Track) You was fakin' it all along, felt that shit inside my bones Had a feelin' you had told and I felt it in my soul And you know yo word ain't strong, 'cause they know you gettin' old Ever since I been on, we give the trenches hope Keep it a buck ain't nobody fuckin' with us I can't sit around and talk 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 don'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 feel like it's fuck me then come back and switch up and ask me for somethin' with the same mouth? We had spots in the hood, make sure everyone good, be at that bitch for two months, then we change out We can 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 houses This shit deep, I take care of my kid's side of they family I'm too rich to let somebody handle me Naw fo real I pay rent for my young niggas' momma nem If we gotta way out a chase I was one of them Pay attention to me you can run it up Ain't drove in weeks, gotta warm it up You gon D.I.E. if you come at us Gotta Richard Millie, it's a one of one I was stuck on the block, ain't got nothin' comin' in Eveytime I fell, I got back up again I'ma practice till 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, I'm tryna times ten And I don't fuck with y'all niggas, I ain't friendly Yeah, I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me? You complainin' and you don't 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 want to live good Would've gave you my all, prolly 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 askin' for drugs and 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 it Real niggas on stand by, 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 gonna die with a brick One nigga told me forever gonna carry his gun, that nigga died with a stick I grew up a little a bit different, my uncle went Catholic, 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 Fuck the bitch and get this bitch a Plan B and told her this shit come with my money Yeah, I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me? You complainin' and you don't 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 want to live good Would've gave you my all, prolly 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 bones And you know yo word ain't strong, 'cause they know you gettin' old (We Got London on Da Track)