Hood Nostalgia

Rode my bike down the hill
There was niggas in my hood
That killed
Tell the young niggas
Stop popping the seals
You don't even know
How that make me feel
Niggas ain't real
Bitches ain't real
Tell me what's the deal
Holding my rod
Praying to God
I ain't on a pill
Pipe down
Before your
Early exit
My mind
Is racing
I am
Restless
Chopping and
Screwing
Ain't no
Texas
What are you
Doing
With that
Necklace
Are you involved
Are you invested
Why do my problems
Be so petty

Columbus, Georgia
Be the place
Where I first
Learned to tie my lace
I could really be an ace
Money will cover my face
A nigga like me
Got range
These days are oh so strange
Niggas don't know my pain
I was walking through the rain

To my niggas locked up
You still got luck
Pretty much
Ain't that much you trust
Wisdom is a must.
Remember days
Walking down the street
To the corner store
We broke the tree down
You know
We blew smoke some more
My friends and my hood
They are dear to me
I wanna hug my loved ones
I mean literally
Ima throw on that designer
Straight from Italy
You gon remember me
You gon remember me

Columbus, Georgia
Be the place
Where I first
Learned to tie my lace
I could really be an ace
Money will cover my face
A nigga like me
Got range
These days are oh so strange
Niggas don't know my pain
I was walking through the rain



Credits
Writer(s): Sidney Emory Seay
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