Mr. Fritz, Amandi , Reks - The Hood Pt. 1 lyrics
[Mr. Fritz, Amandi , Reks - The Hood Pt. 1 lyrics]
I'm used to having nightmares of
Being chased by jakes
Cause real niggas made mistakes for cake
Was a product of my environment
Just to fit in, there were requirements
I had to chase paper till my retirement
My niggas chose moving Os over student loans
Fucc niggas in my circle is like UFOs
Used to be so clean in my Girbaud jeans
Might've been chubby but made sure
I fed my whole team
Used to love it, appetite for destruction
Rocked the stop snitching shirt
Charged with obstruction of justice
But fuck it we was young from the slums
Just trying to get them Air Force ones
Too many close calls, strays would miss us
All the neighborhood babes would diss us
And end up mothers like it made a difference
We was so foul, iron jungle was so wild
Wish I knew then what I know now wow
Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up
We drink away the pain
Long as I'm making $975 I'm a
Keep having that drive to
Chase the finer things
All I really want is good ass weed
See my seeds succeed
And a girl who don't complain
But police just wanna mess with me
Never let me breathe
So I pray I see some change
Wake up so many AMs, Pamela next room prayin
So little exit's given, so many extra ways in
Frank and Eric
Zay and Me jumping roof to roof
Them were them wonder years
Now we jump from booth to booth
Man to man my youth was adolescent bliss
We ain't have shit but Christmas lists
Tend to forget that feeling that I miss
When I reminisce
Back before I knew about this minimum wage
Maximum risk music loud in the whip
We done rumbled
We pulled over ain't this about a bitch
Crazy how time flip
From it's all peace to do I need a piece?
In these streets
We one barrel away from deceased
One crooked cop away from Belly of the Beast
All I wanna see my seed reach
Varsity cleats, me in them seats
Cheering loud, proud dad, so many toe tagged
Put in a body bag, Zeke and Jojo alive
Daddy be glad
Being chased by jakes
Cause real niggas made mistakes for cake
Was a product of my environment
Just to fit in, there were requirements
I had to chase paper till my retirement
My niggas chose moving Os over student loans
Fucc niggas in my circle is like UFOs
Used to be so clean in my Girbaud jeans
Might've been chubby but made sure
I fed my whole team
Used to love it, appetite for destruction
Rocked the stop snitching shirt
Charged with obstruction of justice
But fuck it we was young from the slums
Just trying to get them Air Force ones
Too many close calls, strays would miss us
All the neighborhood babes would diss us
And end up mothers like it made a difference
We was so foul, iron jungle was so wild
Wish I knew then what I know now wow
Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up
We drink away the pain
Long as I'm making $975 I'm a
Keep having that drive to
Chase the finer things
All I really want is good ass weed
See my seeds succeed
And a girl who don't complain
But police just wanna mess with me
Never let me breathe
So I pray I see some change
Wake up so many AMs, Pamela next room prayin
So little exit's given, so many extra ways in
Frank and Eric
Zay and Me jumping roof to roof
Them were them wonder years
Now we jump from booth to booth
Man to man my youth was adolescent bliss
We ain't have shit but Christmas lists
Tend to forget that feeling that I miss
When I reminisce
Back before I knew about this minimum wage
Maximum risk music loud in the whip
We done rumbled
We pulled over ain't this about a bitch
Crazy how time flip
From it's all peace to do I need a piece?
In these streets
We one barrel away from deceased
One crooked cop away from Belly of the Beast
All I wanna see my seed reach
Varsity cleats, me in them seats
Cheering loud, proud dad, so many toe tagged
Put in a body bag, Zeke and Jojo alive
Daddy be glad