The Hood In Me

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ipod in my ride, ain't no head set Ya girl in the front seat giving me head-sex My nig in the backseat yelling out he's next We be in the p-jects eating like T-rex Smoking kush heavy, never seen no cess Till I left the west, greatest alive, but you ain't seen my best I ain't reached my goal yet but you still upset You know my face nigga, you know my silhouette You know why I'm here, the real niggas' champ The real world love the J cause I'm more than rap He got a punchline or two but he ain't the Jack When I was born niggas left me hanging like a bat Only out at nighttime with a jaw full of crack Crack spitters you know Go hard at the trap, drug dealer fasho And how I carry myself, is really starting to show So I marry the life, and keep this shit on the low... Know what I'm saying? Jack (hook) It feel good to me Maybe it's the hood in me Maybe I should leave it alone Maybe I should give it away Really it's what's making me strong Clearly it's what's making me stay... It feel good to me Maybe it's the hood in me Maybe I should leave it alone Maybe I should give it away Clearly it's what's making me stay [Verse 2] I'm late night in the Cadillac, drinking purple sipping Yac Caught up in the life, got this rap shit on my back If you seen my life yeah, crown ya boy for living that Brought up in a house full of mice and them insects Seen it all done it all, cuddy I been that Nigga that you see, add the Jack to your friends list Never get enough of me, I was in Italy View through the hard times, follow Allah's signs I'm ready to die trying, I was in the Range Daydreaming I was flying, they say they better than Jack They dreaming, them niggas lying; they wish they was high as I am All the time hating on me, boy you'll never shine (hook) [Verse 3] 100 racks got a nigga feeling amped as fuck Slapping Messy Marv, smoking like that's wassup Wasn't open at the liquor store, holding it up Made him give me all his scrill, then I opened his guts I was thinking bout my kids, they future and growing up I was thinking bout them years, fuck court, I'm never showing up I never see my niggas again, I'm on the run It ain't never been easy is what they tell me And it'll never be either, smoking tree to take a breather With a felon; we hella deep Golden Gate chilling Everybody selling D, and it's all in front of children Shoot-outs everyday, chips falling from my building At the same time it's the place that I live in So I send my grace for every taste when I'm eating The streets got me fresh, mothafuckas think I'm cheating I'm a king boy, I've never been beaten of all time I suggest you fall back, close your eyes and relax Before you in your scrape with your brains in your lap (hook)