Rod Wave - Calvin.Cambridge lyrics

(BOOGZY)

And I was in the hood when it was all good
We had three for the tens, trap niggas
(Trap niggas) my lil' woadie just sold me a
Rollie, he swore up and down
"It's one of these rap niggas"
(yeah, yeah, yeah) we flexin' and finessin'
All my niggas on the same shit
Nigga switched to rappin'
All my niggas on the gang shit
Youngest nigga ballin' hard like
I'm Calvin Cambridge
Youngest nigga ballin' hard like
I'm Calvin Cambridge

Young nigga ballin' hard
Pass the ball and I'ma shoot it (Shoot it)
Bet I score, I swear I deserve a movie
(Movie) slide on his block and
Lil' bro start shootin'
My niggas runnin', maneuverin' and movin'
"Oh Lord, it's the chop out boys" (Chop out)
Thеy said, "Oh Lord, it's the dumb out boys"
(Dumb out) money be my motivation еver
Since a young dude
Niggas know the situation every
Time I come through (Come through)
We was kickin' doors, nigga
You was in the house (Woah)
We was sellin' soap every time
We seen a drought (Skrr, skrr)
Put the dope behind the stove
Put the flame in the couch
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't love the ho, fuck the ho, in and out
Bust in her mouth and then I get rid of you
(Bye, bye) i been a fool ever since
I was in middle school
High school three, fuck tests
We gas up the mid i made my power move and
Been broke ever since
But the hood ain't the same
Niggas either gotta agree that
They buried under or
A judge gave 'em a jersey number
I had to leave the trap
That ain't where it's at
But if I make it with this rappin'
I'm givin' back

And I was in the hood when it was all good
We had three for the tens, trap niggas
(Trap niggas) my lil' woadie just sold me a
Rollie, he swore up and down
"It's one of these rap niggas"
(yeah, yeah, yeah) we flexin' and finessin'
All my niggas on the same shit
Nigga switched to rappin'
All my niggas on the gang shit
Youngest nigga ballin' hard like
I'm Calvin Cambridge
Youngest nigga ballin' hard like
I'm Calvin Cambridge

What you know 'bout stolos, trying to relax?
Running wild with your strap
Catching burglaries back-to back (Boom)
What you know 'bout JDC days
Having blackouts and shit? (yeah)
It felt like RAW versus SmackDown and shit
Niggas talking, hitting licks
And we plot for cocaine
Fighting over snack time
Ain't down on no games
Locked down 'cause you're 'bout your check
Don't wanna go to no program so
You pray for house arrest (Oh, woah, woah)
Shit ain't sweet, got yourself under oath
In all blue clothes, nobody answering for me
Reminiscin' on the days
The place you call home
But shit ain't the same
Everybody dead and gone it's all wrong
Who would've known we'd lose niggas to
The cell or the homicides? (Homicides)
Who would've knew the grass is
Brown on the other side? (The other side)
Would would've thought that we'd
Ever see the day? (Day)
That sky's would be gray
Other side of the gates

And I was in the hood when it was all good
We had three for the tens, trap niggas
(Trap niggas) my lil' woadie just sold me a
Rollie, he swore up and down
"It's one of these rap niggas"
(yeah, yeah, yeah) we flexin' and finessin'
All my niggas on the same shit
Nigga switched to rappin'
All my niggas on the gang shit
Youngest nigga ballin' hard like
I'm Calvin Cambridge
Youngest nigga ballin' hard like
I'm Calvin Cambridge