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(Ayy, who that?) (John Gotitt) Yeah, alright, hm (Know what it is) yeah Can't get the hood to turn on me, I'm who turned up the hood I hopped out geeked, no gloves Burnt the skin off my thumb, heat from that Draco wood (grr, grr, grr, grr) Me and Rio was sayin', "We need to link the hoods for good" And we did, Bopper slid with Spit and still cool with Suge He bust pipes, blind with no sights, it's unfair if he could see I bought in 'em fullys, a quick five-second shootout Been 'bout risks, me and Dre had went out West and grabbed the grow house I been quit keepin' score of them lil' boys, but it's a blow out If I get the feelin', make niggas think Covid, they ain't goin' out Stash a .9 in my hoe house, she live close by where it go down Ain't no way I never go out, 'less my pole out like my po' hard And my lil' bro so anxious, spank shit up, look like he O down It's me and Baby broad day through the A, 300 Blackout Hope he know car pull too close I'm lettin' this whole sixty clip go out Yeah, but that's just how it is when you from where I'm from If he don't bump murder one, youngin still tote his gun You in the streets for fun, scared to sleep when street shit get done My mama shot at my papa man in the car when I was young Know thuggin' in my blood, bein' the one in my blood Gettin' that monyon in my blood, fuck it, however, it come I'ma make somethin' out of nothin', man, this shit's runnin' in my blood Still made man, Con Life livin' from the hood You take out your mans at the repast, you get a bonus for it (yeah, yeah) Thinkin' shit was sweet, he took a nap, he in a comma for it (yeah, yeah) She ain't fuckin' with me 'cause I ain't let her put me in her reel (for real) The Hell I look like cryin' about a ho? You ain't even worth Denim Tears You the type gon' take the deal (take the deal) I'm the type gon' play to sell I come from the bricks, so, yeah You'll see a athlete make a sale (oh, yeah) Throw your hood up, growin' up, I seen a fuck nigga whack a player I don't need no prices, for no Tris, the Wock pint double sealed Just hit way bigger than life, I don't trust no heart, these women alike Your bro told, get rid of the mice 'Cause bro'nem spank a nigga ass on sight I sip red, don't sip no Par (nope) Thirty pointers, I feel like Ja Yeah, but that's just how it is when you from where I'm from If he don't bump murder one, youngin still tote his gun You in the streets for fun, scared to sleep when street shit get done My mama shot at my papa man in the car when I was young Know thuggin' in my blood, bein' the one in my blood Gettin' that monyon in my blood, fuck it, however, it come I'ma make somethin' out of nothin', man, this shit's runnin' in my blood Still made man, Con Life livin' from the hood