Still Hood

We got London on the track You was faking it all along Felt that shit inside my bone Had a feeling you had told When I felt it in my soul And you know your word ain't strong 'Cause they know you getting old Ever since I been on We give the trenches hope Yeah yeah Yeah keep it a buck it ain't nobody fucking with us I can't sit 'round and talk about other niggas That shit old I don't care what he did We was cool but it is what it is now Broke as fuck used to live at my man's house I work hard they ain't give me no handouts Bro ain't really a opp he just fanned out Came with me we just slept on the same couch How you play like it's fuck mе then come back and switch up and ask me for somеthing with the same mouth We have spots in the hood make sure everyone good Beat that bitch for too much then we change out We could be anywhere we gon' bang out If you see me they pay me I don't hang out I got too many cars need a bigger garage Call the realtor tell her to change house This shit deep I take care of my kids' side of they family I'm too rich to let somebody handle me Nah for real I pay rent for my young niggas' mama'nem We got away on the chase I was one of them Pay attention to me you could run it up I ain't drove it in weeks gotta warm it up You gon' D I E if you come at us Got a Richard Millie it's a one of one I was stuck on the block ain't have nothing coming in Every time I fell I got back up again I'm gon' practice 'til I fucking win We ain't brothers I don't call you niggas twin Got the hittas trailing me inside a Benz Everything I got on I'm tryna times ten And I don't fuck with y'all niggas I ain't friendly I kept it real with you why would you lie to me You complaining and you don't even gotta be I'ma turn up for everyone watching me I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be I ain't tripping I just wanna live good Would have gave you my all probably still would When I can't get no drank I don't feel good Been all over the world but I'm still hood I wasn't born with a silver spoon You ask me for drugs and can't get 'em gone My uncle want drugs I'll give it to him He thinking he me when I put him on Auntie fucking in the bedroom I had to sleep inside a nigga bathroom Putting duct tape on the air mattress so the air wouldn't really leave from Real niggas on standby all that fake love I don't need none I don't really talk cash with a bitch unless the bitch really need some One nigga told me he started with dimes and nicks he say he gon' die with a brick One nigga told me forever gon' carry his gun that nigga died with his stick I grew up a little bit of death and my uncle had cancer I had to share a room with a junkie I told you I grew up the toughest came from nothing had to wash up with a bucket Police had told me slow down when I be in the city 'cause they say I'm starting a ruckus Fucked the bitch then give the bitch a Plan B and tell her this shit come with my money I kept it real with you why would you lie to me You complaining and you don't even gotta be I'ma turn up for everyone watching me I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be I ain't tripping I just wanna live good Would have gave you my all probably still would When I can't get no drank I don't feel good Been all over the world but I'm still hood Felt that shit inside my bone And you know your word ain't strong 'Cause they know you getting old We got London on the track