FOR the HOOD (feat. King Sinister)

I was a lost on a bad road
All I had was my skill bro
Love the music loved the hustle
Cut me up let my guts show
She fucked me up and left me hearts
Up the product like narcos
Really tryna not to get partial
Got support but I stand alone
Hustle in my bloodline, come extract some antidote
Tripping in a universe parallel
Ghost is not human u know very well
Still believe in some fairy tales
Don't believe in ghost
I kill the scary scared, even if I feel un prepared
No wear no shed a tear
Got my head on clear, but puffing clouds
This a better leer, increase potential
Now we here
What What
U thought I was I done
Ima call up a renegade after I won
Fuck the income
This the outcome
Hustler of The decade released like 5 albums in 2 years
Thats damn tuff, freeze bitch put ur hands up

This is for homies, and my chicklets
For my thugs and my woes
This is for the ones who wanna witness
Grinding at the most
Never cared bout the hella riches
I was busy making diamonds out my soul

For my thugs yeah
For my crew yeah
For my love yeah
For my hood yeah
For my thugs yeah
For my crew yeah
For my hood yeahh

Pull up in my hood right
You don't wanna get stuck
We call this the Southside
You better wanna buck up
Better wanna buck up, there ain't no luck that's runnin
Machete's make you work hard, better quit the frontin
Shit so crazy, people are changing
That cannot faze me, gotta be like da baby
Shit so crazy, people are changing
That cannot faze me, gotta be like da baby
I be like da baby, bop'in on every beat
You see me maybe, rockin on every street
I'm locked in, her thighs got me locked in
She want my kid, that shit ain't happening
I'm riding solo
They see me in slowmo
Living life like yolo
Unless you got that fomo
We ain't gon' have no problem
The life we live is heart throbbing
They look at us like we martians
Can't help that we sound like marshall
Sound so good, when we get up on a microphone.
Sound so good, we gotta keep that hustle on
Sound so good, when we get up on a microphone.
Sound so good, we gotta keep that hustle on

You can take me out hood but u can't take can't the hood outta me
It aint all good homie, but we got what we got, and we do want we need
Burn another wood, swear it give me peace
You can take me out the hood but u can't take the hood outta me

For my thugs yeah
For my crew yeah
For my love yeah
For my hood yeah
For my thugs yeah
For my crew yeah
For my hood yeahh

This is for homies, and my chicklets
For my thugs and my woes
This is for the ones who wanna witness
Grinding at the most
Never cared bout the hella riches
I was busy making diamonds out my soul