Hood Thoughts
Hope it's a way to get my niggas back they keep on dying
I'm sick and tired of being tired but I'm a keep on trying
Kids losing lives got me scared of losing mine
They told me don't die young nigga so I'm a keep a 9
Called my auntie left a voicemail she ain't replying
It's days I ask to god take my my life he ain't complying
I come from poverty destitution all I know crime
Momma struggling had to scratch for every nickel and dime
When I'm low on funds nigga I load up guns
I'm from the slums where it's bums and they kill fun
Right now I'm feeling numb
My heart weigh a ton
I gave em my heart that wasn't enough damn they wanted lungs
I keep extension on my Glock I'm feeling like I'm X
I'm a target in the city I'm feeling like a threat
In them trenches niggas dying I'm feeling I'm next
You love me when I ain't had shit you hate me now cause that I'm bless
Nigga try shoot at me he Bet not miss
It's gone ugly we gone send a blitz
Sorry ma I'm living reckless this the life I pick
But momma I'ma Gangsta you know this shit get lit
We was out there on that ave we was hitting licks
Pull up on a you clip long like a movie script
Pull up on your whip nigga like who is this
Dayvo aim for the kill he don't shoot to miss yea
Lord forgive me for my sins I just want to win
Treat my niggas like my kin
We brothers we ain't friends
My lil homie lost his life and all I'm thinking is revenge
I'm 10 toes down 5 times 2 so that ten
Niggas talking like it's pressure what your whereabouts
Tell me how you wanna do this we can air it out
Lost some niggas to the streets some in the feds now
The streets left me broken I got too many niggas dead now
Too many niggas dead now
Too many niggas dead now
I got too many dead niggas dead now
Barely saw my mamma she was working trying to make it through
We was starving missing payments when the payments due
I was out there jumping fences like some kangaroos
Homie start gang banging shit I start gang banging to
Really had no reason it was just a thing to do
I'm not the same as you If you don't get the picture let me paint a view
You don't love me like u say u do
I can see the fake in you
The hate in you let me hurry up and get away from you
Grandma was taking me to church I fell asleep on the preacher
Trying overcome this pain but this shit been getting deeper
Out here playing life or death trying to run from the reaper
They shot my nigga right in front of me now I got blood on my sneakers
I'm sick and tired of being tired but I'm a keep on trying
Kids losing lives got me scared of losing mine
They told me don't die young nigga so I'm a keep a 9
Called my auntie left a voicemail she ain't replying
It's days I ask to god take my my life he ain't complying
I come from poverty destitution all I know crime
Momma struggling had to scratch for every nickel and dime
When I'm low on funds nigga I load up guns
I'm from the slums where it's bums and they kill fun
Right now I'm feeling numb
My heart weigh a ton
I gave em my heart that wasn't enough damn they wanted lungs
I keep extension on my Glock I'm feeling like I'm X
I'm a target in the city I'm feeling like a threat
In them trenches niggas dying I'm feeling I'm next
You love me when I ain't had shit you hate me now cause that I'm bless
Nigga try shoot at me he Bet not miss
It's gone ugly we gone send a blitz
Sorry ma I'm living reckless this the life I pick
But momma I'ma Gangsta you know this shit get lit
We was out there on that ave we was hitting licks
Pull up on a you clip long like a movie script
Pull up on your whip nigga like who is this
Dayvo aim for the kill he don't shoot to miss yea
Lord forgive me for my sins I just want to win
Treat my niggas like my kin
We brothers we ain't friends
My lil homie lost his life and all I'm thinking is revenge
I'm 10 toes down 5 times 2 so that ten
Niggas talking like it's pressure what your whereabouts
Tell me how you wanna do this we can air it out
Lost some niggas to the streets some in the feds now
The streets left me broken I got too many niggas dead now
Too many niggas dead now
Too many niggas dead now
I got too many dead niggas dead now
Barely saw my mamma she was working trying to make it through
We was starving missing payments when the payments due
I was out there jumping fences like some kangaroos
Homie start gang banging shit I start gang banging to
Really had no reason it was just a thing to do
I'm not the same as you If you don't get the picture let me paint a view
You don't love me like u say u do
I can see the fake in you
The hate in you let me hurry up and get away from you
Grandma was taking me to church I fell asleep on the preacher
Trying overcome this pain but this shit been getting deeper
Out here playing life or death trying to run from the reaper
They shot my nigga right in front of me now I got blood on my sneakers
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Writer(s): Emmanuel Yancey, Gfm Manny
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