Hood Gospel
First off free my daddy out that jam
They call me Killa Kam
Kill the track you know I can
Shorty since a young age
I been knew that i'm the man
Gotta get it how you live
Make it out know that's the plan
Still remember when i first
Felt that cash in my hand
Yeah i fell in love with money
So I had to chase the bands
Either hooping or you serving
We ain't get no second chance
Yeah it's hard in these streets
Leave that shit in God's hands
Gotta reep what you sow
Niggas to do it to advance
Getchu lost in the dough
Now you switching on ya mans
Ion care cuz ion fold
What the last nigga said
Still sticking to the code
Yeah and now his mans dead
Talking smooth like he with em
Know he wanna split his head
Same nigga from the sand
Eating food right out ya hand
And now you acting all fu
When you the one who geeked his head
Shid now you see the bread
And wanna take his place instead
That's ya mans 100 grand
Know he see the snakeskin
When a nigga acting funny
He gone take one to the head
Give a fuck if that's yo homie
If he hating on ya bands
Cuz these niggas they ain't playing
Mufuckas get to spraying
Better keep them eyes open
Fore you never see again
Cuz them niggas they be plotting
Thinking of some master plans
In reality them niggas just some Haters they some fans
Smile in ya face tryna act like
They ya friend
Everybody want the green
And i ain't talking peter pan
Snake they homie have em in a ditch Or even in the can
And give a fuck about a bitch
If we ain't heading to the bed
Even then gotta watch em
Tryna run off with ya bread
See mufuckas always out here Moving wrong
When the love start fading
You can hear it in the tone
Even if a nigga blood to the bone
For the cash they be grimy
They a get a nigga gone
That's why I only rock with niggas Who was with me ina cold
Real shit you know the code
Ona guys that's my bros
Never change and never go back
Ona words that I told
Like for real cuz shit a hit the gutta
I a never fold
And I put that on my soul
Hood Gospel for a nigga
Onnem bad days
Bars cut a nigga deep
Like a beyblade
Gotchu gasping
Can't breathe
Like it's cyanade
This a no chaser
No mo sweet lemonade
Same niggas day 1 yeah it's the same Gang
The Same niggas smoking swishers Innem gangways
Same niggas finna make it out and Get paid
Real niggas know we gotta stack and Maintain
They call me Killa Kam
Kill the track you know I can
Shorty since a young age
I been knew that i'm the man
Gotta get it how you live
Make it out know that's the plan
Still remember when i first
Felt that cash in my hand
Yeah i fell in love with money
So I had to chase the bands
Either hooping or you serving
We ain't get no second chance
Yeah it's hard in these streets
Leave that shit in God's hands
Gotta reep what you sow
Niggas to do it to advance
Getchu lost in the dough
Now you switching on ya mans
Ion care cuz ion fold
What the last nigga said
Still sticking to the code
Yeah and now his mans dead
Talking smooth like he with em
Know he wanna split his head
Same nigga from the sand
Eating food right out ya hand
And now you acting all fu
When you the one who geeked his head
Shid now you see the bread
And wanna take his place instead
That's ya mans 100 grand
Know he see the snakeskin
When a nigga acting funny
He gone take one to the head
Give a fuck if that's yo homie
If he hating on ya bands
Cuz these niggas they ain't playing
Mufuckas get to spraying
Better keep them eyes open
Fore you never see again
Cuz them niggas they be plotting
Thinking of some master plans
In reality them niggas just some Haters they some fans
Smile in ya face tryna act like
They ya friend
Everybody want the green
And i ain't talking peter pan
Snake they homie have em in a ditch Or even in the can
And give a fuck about a bitch
If we ain't heading to the bed
Even then gotta watch em
Tryna run off with ya bread
See mufuckas always out here Moving wrong
When the love start fading
You can hear it in the tone
Even if a nigga blood to the bone
For the cash they be grimy
They a get a nigga gone
That's why I only rock with niggas Who was with me ina cold
Real shit you know the code
Ona guys that's my bros
Never change and never go back
Ona words that I told
Like for real cuz shit a hit the gutta
I a never fold
And I put that on my soul
Hood Gospel for a nigga
Onnem bad days
Bars cut a nigga deep
Like a beyblade
Gotchu gasping
Can't breathe
Like it's cyanade
This a no chaser
No mo sweet lemonade
Same niggas day 1 yeah it's the same Gang
The Same niggas smoking swishers Innem gangways
Same niggas finna make it out and Get paid
Real niggas know we gotta stack and Maintain
Credits
Writer(s): Kamal Williams
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