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Hood Trophy
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 rocking fake designer Never catch me hanging 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 saying I'ma blow, they won't believe me My shooters, my shooters, they come in varies These niggas, they bitches, they scared of police The
Feds hate a
nigga, they stole my jewelry Wassi a
sav, he 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, rocking in my Monclers Traphouse whipping 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 playing video games I
learned to go and get it, by a
minimum wage My nigga's on your block, he needs to relocate Shoot a
nigga in his face, do it the
drifter way Yeah, you know how we rock, do it the
drifter way, shit Free my niggas, R.I.P. my niggas and shout all my bros
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