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Boyz In The Hood
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G Herbo
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Uh You know, I was just looking at some sh*t today, man I posted on my Instagram, I was like 18 on the block freestyling And I would've never thought that this sh*t would ever get to this point, but I don't really know how (Or how not) n***a did everything and put the work in to get where I'm at now, where I'm 'posed to be This sh*t was written, for real Chase Davis on the beat Now we really rich Before rich, we was with the sh*ts (You know that) With full clips, we could never miss I spent years in the whip with Chris I drop tens when I reminisce But I ain't dope boy I rap gangster like I'm O'Shae 40K a show, sh*t been kinda slow, yet I'm still okay Crib more lavish, that's why I never sent my lawyer away Live like I got platinum plaques, and I ain't wear my gold today in his name, but I still got a throwaway 'member I was frustrated Rain, rain, go away Now I want a hundred, 'cause a million ain't no dough today Wake up in LA, I'm like, now how my day gon' go today Think about [?], he made my angry days go away into his savings, I just gave a whole show away Soon as you ain't have nowhere to go, God 'gon show a way Just show some faith Take it like a soldier, even soldiers pray It's no coincidence, I'm from the land of the dead Blood on the pavement, hands on your head Some of us won't make it out, what my momma said Nobody saw shots to block, watched his body bled Momma still cryin' on the scene, she can't even leave Whole hood immune to murder, we can't even green Ain't nobody else cryin', 'cause this the life of a [?] But his lil' brother now, he got a trick up his sleeve He got a grip on that b*t*h He better ran up on a n***a Got a chip on his shoulder He [?] over a n***a If your bro dies in them streets, is you gon' give him pity? Or, you gon' make the hood red, you gon' paint the city? I'm ready to slide all night, I hope you still with me We willing to get through [?] when it get real sticky I'm ready to make his momma cry, she gon' have to feel with me I'm ready to catch his brother lackin', we gotta kill Ricky (Skrrt) I'm just a product of some sh*t If you look at the map, we was at the bottom of that b*t*h Kids growin' up like this, they don't think it's a problem with that sh*t All they know where I'm from, n***a, if you starvin', hit a lick The right robbery get you rich But we was hustlin' on my strip Ain't have no big homies, give us nothin', ain't had sh*t Inherited wars, ain't know how to survive, but we did it I can tell you stories from the start to the finish savage, we was livin', n***a Gang sh*t You know, gang sh*t We been had started that, man 79th and Essex Rock block You know, we was young n***as livin' savage, early the impossible sh*t, n***as Thought we couldn't do, wouldn't do We did it Ten times over, man But you know that
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