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Hood Cycle (Bonus)I'm just starring in the palm of my handThinking should I pop this perc even though it might kill me If you got PTSD you feel me Dead or in jail you will be What the cop told to the lil me Fast forward time now literally If I got on tour make a mill at least Mom didn't have much we ain't really eat Therefore I was always in the streets You didn't heal anything in no tweets That's cuz It was some real beef Everyday a shoot out for four week Four 30 clips we four deep Can't hug the block cuz we riding with glocks So you already know Man since I got rich all the people in my life depend on me So you know I gotta smoke weed Quick gang bang got more cheese I don't know nobody he know me And you know we shinin Everybody with me got a rolley Nigga reach you know we smashing Security freak like roady And I miss my brody Slack a stick in my fourty Still exotic smoking Got Vlive from OD Spending hood bibles When niggas that bump son go pick it up Yeah, that's the hood cycle So I'm tryna go find I ain't got no opps or no little rivals That's the hood cycle When you ain't got no money everybody in the hood like you When you start making some money everybody in the hood get excited too Ain't nobody did nothing for me and then looking like damn who invited you When you can't give em nothing that's when they start to feel something Gimme some space I don't trust nobody don't make me kill something And they all love you At these show when I was broke I didn't see all of you Not a call from you Moved out grandmas crib Right in front we used to get in shootouts I was just a kid Shoulda got some money bought you a house Now you dead, I regret all the time I spent without you I was deep in the streets Tryna kick it tryna bond who out The foolish things I did Sorry for how I lived My momma lost without you She ain't gotta tell me I look in her eyes and see it Walking in the house my eyes was red They was talking inside my head Glock was out of lead So evidently I had to spread When God got me out of bed Let me hop right out on my leg Oh I know what you said You must want me to go chase the bread Niggas talking about what you had I thought you was the man Said that hoe gave you some head blood We on that shit in my bed I'm just tryna come in the house and fuck I don't wanna come in no house and fuss Girl you don't gotta get loud and cuss Go on and put on that blouse I love Let me get it from the back or something Fuck it imma put you on the couch now what I done fell in love For the month Now we in the club All these diamonds uhhh She got a fat ass climbing the pole She looking like a monkey Just to walk in this bitch they gave me some rolls Why don't I throw some money Picking ones up off the floor Charlamage you fucking donkey White teacher at school told me I was a flunky Cuz I was a fucking junkie And I admit coulda wrecked the whip Fell asleep I'm lucky Had I listened to him Coulda fell victim to the streets I'm lucky Now I ride past in the Benz like you fucking honky |