I was raised in the hood
Hairs turn gray in the hood
On point all day in the hood
I survive in the hood
Niggas that's live in the hood
Still probably die in the hood
I swerve come through for mic check I prefer one, two
Before that work kung fu, nothing heard untrue
I speak episodes of my crew bond by glue I'm trying to swell
Living well listening to Iron Man serving Supreme Clientele
My dudes is rock wild, shook niggas there is docile
Any beef on the block all you hear is "blaww..."
That's our style, we live for right now
Rest in the day for that night prowl type foul lifestyle
Walk out the house, with a stack of cracks
Caps red and green steady fiends call them applejacks
I throw the dice, I'm due for trips
In a holy war dog tags and a crucifix
Only bump dimes and better, don't come through for nicks
This week's a sale on 380s get two for six
I was raised in the hood
Hairs turn gray in the hood
On point all day in the hood
I survive in the hood
Niggas that's live in the hood
Still probably die in the hood
I patch thoughts together like the best silk quilt
Scripts is fluid, put my hip into it till it tilt
That's how my shit's built
Y'all niggas flakes, I stay crisp in the milk
From where blood spilt niggas get twist caps peelt no guilt
Slugs be dissolving your team in so we stay bobbin' and weavin'
Since the first bite in the Garden of Eden
Volumes in libraries all the way from Harvard to Lehman
Hooded scholar, each word good as dollar
Woulda gotta 100 years if they coulda collared
But I'm free as a bird, I rhyme now plan B is the curb
When I retire all I breathe is herb
I give a warning and they heed the word
Like gospel move raps like cool packs we used to jostle
Dope for the ear like coke for the nostril
My English wizardry affect you physically, fear don't live in me
I'm in the street with heat never sleep y'all niggas all auxiliary
My shit stainless
Don't know African but speak click language
Bust guns while y'all reaching for steel
Cadets wanna learn to rep then I teach you a drill
Screwface got that heat for your grill, still
I was raised in the hood
Hairs turn gray in the hood
On point all day in the hood
I survive in the hood
Niggas that's live in the hood
Still probably die in the hood
I'm steady on the perch wish for the best but I'm ready for the worst
My courage is my curse, I would have died for shit with little worth
Cause nothing petty 'bout my thirst
Prize fighter keep my feet on the earth, even when it hurts
For that million dollar purse
I'm forward progression, I'm not willing to reverse
Sticks and stones break bones but I kill 'em with a verse
If you got heat in beef reveal it or disperse
Work niggas out like Jesus did villains in the church
Son of God straight bullet soldier
Drink nectar plate full of ambrosia
That's all I intake
Bless my food to prove I ain't no ingrate
Replace fried with baked to stay in shape
Cause of my content
And my arm strength
Most thought I was an inmate
I was raised in the hood
Hairs turn gray in the hood
On point all day in the hood
I survive in the hood
Niggas that's live in the hood
Still probably die in the hood
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