Maino, Roc City - Call Me Hood lyrics

If anybody ask you whether you in this game
You tell 'em you in it for life alright?
You play it hard, you play it tight
You make sure niggas know you
Gonna stand by your people

It seems like the streets keep calling me
I'm just a fiend for my hood
Crooked police keep they eyes on me
But I won't leave my hood
Call me ghetto, call me goon
Call me gangster, but I call me hood
Call me convict, call me fool
Call me trouble, but I call me hood

Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
Wilding since a little boy
All I felt was pain
Lord please won't you send me joy
God must have heard my prayers
Came to me in my dreams
It's been over 6 years and
My mother's still clean
Oh oh, oh oh, that's right
I'm living my life
I'm in the street, right on my block
We chilling all night
So call me what you wanna call me
I been on 'em corners homie
Gun shots, tears drop
I done lost a couple homies
Victim of a violent hood
Product of a dirty slum
I ain't going back to jail
Already let them judge me once
Call me dumb, call me fool
Fine, you can call me stupid
Cause I come, flying through the hood
When I get some new shit
Grinding from crumbs man
I done what I could nigga
Look at me I made it out but
Still I'm just a hood nigga
Oh oh, that's right
I'm feeling like I'm falling see
Every now and then I hear it
The streets is calling me

It seems like the streets keep calling me
I'm just a fiend for my hood
Crooked police keep they eyes on me
But I won't leave my hood
Call me ghetto, call me goon
Call me gangster, but I call me hood
Call me convict, call me fool
Call me trouble, but I call me hood

Yeah, packed jails, closed schools
Over-crowded classrooms
College girls on stripper poles
Feeling like we all doomed
Rock sellers, God tell us
Why they let the cops kills us
Wouldn't understand unless you're
Standing on them blocks with us
Blood and tears, show no fear
Candles for my dead peers
Pregnant teens, broken dreams
But I still love it here
Yes I said I love it here, take a breath
Smell the air look around, feel the ground
You can sense the danger near
New babies, lost fathers
Drugs inside the household
Alcohol, aids, rape
Tell me something I don't know
Tell me where the hope is at
Real you can call me that
Never goin far away
The streets is always calling back

Even though I been the struggle
You can lose life in this struggle
My whole life was a struggle
That's all that I know
And I'm gone better my grind
And talk so I have to hustle
Money stays on my mind and I won't let it go
See this here is survival of the realest
And only if you real you will feel it
So if you don't live it, don't speak it
Make it hard for you to not see it
It seems like the streets keep calling me
I'm just a fiend for my hood
Crooked police keep they eyes on me
But I won't leave my hood
Call me ghetto, call me goon
Call me gangster, but I call me hood
Call me convict, call me fool
Call me trouble, but I call me hood