Hood Star

Police got the freeway on lock
I see the blue lights & still get the chills bro
I'm ridin round no offenses on me guess what?
I still get the shakes tho
I beat the charge they dismissed the shit
But check this your boy got a record deal
Ain't talkin bout no music shit
But my background it got a issue still

They got Forgis, rifles, automatics, all thanks to the vacuum seal
Reppin banging neighborhood
He the shooting star in the hood fr
That night that I got caught
I should've let go & told Jesus take the wheel
My old nigga fuckin up
Shit it got me thinking hope he don't get the appeal
My homeboy got a baby & ain't in his life (ts)
& that shit ain't right
Commissary
Ain't checkin in you don't call me, man that shit got me tight
Give my people 10 bands each & disappear
& that's just some light
Homies tell me that they glad I see it clear
But that's just out of spite

Police got the freeway on lock
I see the blue lights & still get the chills bro
I'm ridin round no offenses on me guess what?
I still get the shakes tho
I beat the charge they dismissed the shit
But check this your boy got a record deal
Ain't talkin bout no music shit
But my background it got a issue still

Apologies lord I be sinin a lot
Similac milk it be costing a lot
Niggas be robbin &
Pew
Pew
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Pew
They making the block really hot
Fuckin it up put the bitch on the spot
Cut off his hand that's the end of his plot
A nigga be shotty or if he be sneaky
I cut him off fuck if he family or not

Cut of his hand, end of the plot
Is he the capo or is he the boss
Move down the road, bury the box
These people dyin in the home of they block
Who just got found? Who just got shot?
Cause everyday is someone new gettin caught
I knew this shit wasn't not meant to be done
End of the road, back unhappy
Fight like Balboa, first name Rocky
Keep the champagne, this my ally
H&K .45 papi
2+2 I'm a four letter homie
You 6-6 nah nah can't copy
You type to ride a police cruiser wit a sandwich
I'm the type to ride a Mitsubishi wit a bad bitch
Fight over a bitch I'm bouta tell him he can have it
Simpin over women he done turned it to a habit
Peekin back in school now these mfs has beens
I ain't ever ate, best plate this the last bit
Reppin G town big Tex that my planet
Threw my old self in the ground in a casket
I'm a better version clone copy wit the high def
Hate to see me wit it they ain't think that I would have this
When I get pulled over tell my gutter baby hide this

When I get pulled over tell my gutter baby hide this
Smokin two blunts now I'm chillin on a island
Clipped he popped off don't get violent
Jump in the trap I got lows & the high needs
She jumped in my car & she lovin my body
They ask for his inspiration he say Gotti
Roof top open cruisin on 90
You did me dirty that's why you behind me

Police got the freeway on lock
I see the blue lights & still get the chills bro
I'm ridin round no offenses on me guess what?
I still get the shakes tho
I beat the charge they dismissed the shit
But check this your boy got a record deal
Ain't talkin bout no music shit
But my background it got a issue still



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