Hood Pro II
Let me tell you the story, the n***a I know Come from the bottom, he never was hoe
Own lane, played ball, went to school He the type to put it on for his folk
Daddy end up dyin', momma cryin' Double grind, no, he couldn't go broke
Three-fifty-seven, big ninen Four-fives, his hood, a artillery store
Brother a drill dealer, partner a born killer Never a victim, or caught in, that system
That same, click on that same shit Kept his circle tight, I mean tight like a
Skittle Consistent and patient, heon move too fast
Assist, if you need him, he move like Nash He cool, he smooth, on cruise, wont crash
Doin' too much, that boy get on your ass golden child, granny house
Fam, proud, anything for him conduct and led, gave it bed
Graduated, had street n****s in dorms a big guy on his side, never dick ride
Know he ain't going' Separation, confrontation
N***a, hoes, he already know him When it come to hoes done had and past
Discretful keep on the low select and pick and draft them
And Tell em, baby, remember, we pro No questions afterwards, whats matter
In his business, touch your nose Respectful handsome, all so natural
Telling you the boy chose
Hood bro, I'm tellin' you the boy chose Hood bro, I'm tellin' you the boy chose
Dug his way out, they tried to change him Had him bucked up and fucked up
Milwaukee, middle fangers Now he out here livin' dangerous
Got some bags and a banger, plus the steel stainless
Put some n****s on they feet, they still ain't even thanked
Him principle aand moral, he thorough, fuck bein' famous
All he know is stack, stay out the way, protect the team
Know that shit them n****s on, ain't what it really seem
Check his main ones, bout them pills and dozin' on that lean
Slow and not focused, is potent you, turn into that green
Ain't perfect, got problems, they heal with time
Lord of knows, it shows, you feel him tryin
patnas he loved, ended up dyin
unk on the cane, walking, just fine
Fuck em, don't love em, bitches be lyin
Never gon' trust em, even when cryin
But that there irrelevant he been on the grind
Started with three triple, flip up to nine
Own lane, played ball, went to school He the type to put it on for his folk
Daddy end up dyin', momma cryin' Double grind, no, he couldn't go broke
Three-fifty-seven, big ninen Four-fives, his hood, a artillery store
Brother a drill dealer, partner a born killer Never a victim, or caught in, that system
That same, click on that same shit Kept his circle tight, I mean tight like a
Skittle Consistent and patient, heon move too fast
Assist, if you need him, he move like Nash He cool, he smooth, on cruise, wont crash
Doin' too much, that boy get on your ass golden child, granny house
Fam, proud, anything for him conduct and led, gave it bed
Graduated, had street n****s in dorms a big guy on his side, never dick ride
Know he ain't going' Separation, confrontation
N***a, hoes, he already know him When it come to hoes done had and past
Discretful keep on the low select and pick and draft them
And Tell em, baby, remember, we pro No questions afterwards, whats matter
In his business, touch your nose Respectful handsome, all so natural
Telling you the boy chose
Hood bro, I'm tellin' you the boy chose Hood bro, I'm tellin' you the boy chose
Dug his way out, they tried to change him Had him bucked up and fucked up
Milwaukee, middle fangers Now he out here livin' dangerous
Got some bags and a banger, plus the steel stainless
Put some n****s on they feet, they still ain't even thanked
Him principle aand moral, he thorough, fuck bein' famous
All he know is stack, stay out the way, protect the team
Know that shit them n****s on, ain't what it really seem
Check his main ones, bout them pills and dozin' on that lean
Slow and not focused, is potent you, turn into that green
Ain't perfect, got problems, they heal with time
Lord of knows, it shows, you feel him tryin
patnas he loved, ended up dyin
unk on the cane, walking, just fine
Fuck em, don't love em, bitches be lyin
Never gon' trust em, even when cryin
But that there irrelevant he been on the grind
Started with three triple, flip up to nine
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Adams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.