CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Hood Angels

(I'm doing better now)
([?] sh*t)
(Had to keep it real)

They keep telling me I'm hood famous
I'm tryna make it out the hood to see the hood angels
So I'm protected by these hood [?]
I'm doing better now, how can I be the hood savior?
And I ain't been there in a while, but it's forever love...
The police think just cuz I'm black that I be selling drugs
But f**k that, I'm in the studio tryna catch a buzz
And now I'm scarred from your love, so it's hard to trust

I swear sh*t just ain't the same as it was
I can't change up on the game, now I always choose the gang over love
And I can't make this up
I still remember all the pain that we been through, I ain't giving up
Cuz I'm still numb, I remember the tears runnin'
And I might feel something, off the drink I don't feel nothin'
And I'm still buzzin', [?] god I don't fear nothing
And she a little junkie, shorty [?} kept the pills comin'
Like
Oooooo, ohhh ohhh
I can't lie like I'm be letting this sh*t get to me
I was young and dumb I acted like you ain't mean sh*t to me
Now all I got from you is old texts and distant memories
and now I'm singing

They keep telling me I'm hood famous
I'm tryna make it out the hood to see the hood angels
So I'm protected by these hood [?]
I'm doing better now, how can I be the hood savior?
And I ain't been there in a while, but it's forever love...
The police think just cuz I'm black that I be selling drugs
But f**k that, I'm in the studio tryna catch a buzz
And now I'm scarred from your love, so it's hard to trust

I can tell you bout my old pain
Uh, you can't get a load of you ain't never bought a whole thang
Get a bag, b*t*h get in my bag we out switching lanes
Put a whole hundred in a bag now just in my [?]
I been in the streets I coulda died but I'm still lasting
Yeah, I'm still having
Don't care what I got, pay out one [?] vanish
Ima get up on my man, I ain't coming [?]
I was f**ked up, now I can get a whole b*t*h swaggin
new pain
Kick them to the city or we snatch a n***a whole chain
Show em I can rap and take they ass back to my old place
Sixty in the [?] I spend a block let off the whole thing
Bust a n***a whole brain

They keep telling me I'm hood famous
I'm tryna make it out the hood to see the hood angels
So I'm protected by these hood [?]
I'm doing better now, how can I be the hood savior?
And I ain't been there in a while, but it's forever love...
The police think just cuz I'm black that I be selling drugs
But f**k that, I'm in the studio tryna catch a buzz
And now I'm scarred from your love, so it's hard to trust