Ridin Thru My Hood (feat. Sco Money)

I was ridin thru my hood the other day
And that shit just ain't the same
Pockets hungry so I catch a couple plays
Yea we do this everyday
In the streets we be grinding every day
Trying to find a better way
I was riding thru my hood the other day
And that shit just ain't the same

Can't trust these maggot ass niggas
Or these faggot ass bitches, Get a pound for cheap
Keep a ounce and sell the rest got quarter pounds for cheap
And if I duck ya dat mean fuck you, I ain't trying to speak
Don't hold my tongue and kiss my gun and stay away from the beef
Cause I got niggas who got niggas that kill niggas for free
Not what I'm about they chasing clout and I ain't trying to compete
I'm apple computer clean CTRL, ALT, and delete
If I'm not riding then I'm driving with that gun in the seat
Cup of coffee blunt in my ear wit a joint on the sink
I said all I need is that paper put that up in the bank
You put that up in da bank? I said all I need is that paper put that up in the bank

I was ridin thru my hood the other day
And that shit just ain't the same
Pockets hungry so I catch a couple plays
Yea we do this everyday
In the streets we be grinding every day
Trying find a better way
I was riding thru my hood the other day
And that shit just ain't the same

Dipping thru da city you know how I ride
Always lookin super clean gotta be that guy
You must be a damn fool trying take my ride
You will never catch me slipping I don't slip and slide
Yeah I'm Sparking, dipping I don't park it
Sco rolling up and got the cabin looking foggy
We gone ride regardless life up the party
Pushin new whips yea you want it but I bought it, bow

I was riding thru my hood the other day
And that shit just ain't the same
Pockets hungry so I catch a couple plays
Yea we do this everyday
In the streets we be grinding every day
Trying to find a better way
I was riding thru my hood the other day
And that shit just ain't the same, yea



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Writer(s): Roland Lewis
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