hood i know

i know it's hard in every hood i know

struggle in every ghetto i know

but not like the one i know

i see the law in every hood i go

they throw metal in every hood i know

but not like the one i know

we all started innocent

eating reese's pieces

i was young

then wearing 5 star aleses

bullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces

20 months

vision quest

sleeping in a tepee

since my dad died

attitude worsened

that's why i stole cars before i could write cursive

thousand miles from being rich

stuck on my grind

try to sale nickel bags like louie baton

i'm young

i'm good

best shape of my life

one shot from big shit a blow you out of ya nikes

only a dick head wouldn't wanna be rich

and do his car like school and drop out in the 6

you could look at my wrist

it wasn't shit on it

but i was determined to get a little gliss on em

the 40 ounce bottles done turned to cris on em

and every bitch that was fronting

i'm a piss on em

my hood dog

like any average one

you know the dirty kids on the block having fun

hand to hand is how the grams is slung

in tanned timberlands and until them vans a come

it's all good now

but you remember those latter days

them tubleware

soul food platter days

that was ya mom little hustle on a saturdays

back then

when it really didn't matter days

you would take that beating

cause you wasn't trying to be

the only one who missed the house party on the weekend

knowing that them project chicks was in there freaking

grinding off as we lay"