K. Corleone - In My Hood

What I was given was a gift to me
Took the business literally
You gotta make the call when yo mans a liability
Show no remorse no feelings getting spared when you go to court
Give his ass the chance he'll back door the one he most support
Now think about it
Jealousy and envy he can't sleep without it
Now he thinking
Take away this fame what he gon be without it
Living in ya shadow
Pride getting shallow
Paying him no mind because you ain't stooping that low
Fan base blowing up
Visits started slowing up
Now the hood think you forgot em cause you stop showing up
You made it out the hood and you'll be damned if you take it back
Walking past the opps and being scared you won't make it back
In my hood
Where niggas catch you loafin at the red light
In my hood
Posted on the same block every night
In my hood
Where niggas drink away all they sorrows
Living for today
Give a fuck about tomorrow
In my hood
Where niggas catch you loafin at the red light
In my hood
Posted on the same block every night
In my hood
Where niggas drink away all they sorrows
Living for today
Give a fuck about tomorrow
In my hood
There's no love lost but no love spared
Niggas befriending they homie killer but who the hell cares
Speaking of
I'm so lowkey with this exclusive shit
The gun was jammed when you got it
So how the fuck you use the shit
I can't explain
You said he not the father but look at his name
It's critical
I know some kissing cousins I mean literal
Been passed around the hood so many times now you miserable
To them you just a quick nut a fast Individual
Ran through
Hand me down
I'm nobody to lie to
Nerve to call me dirty you got more bodies than I do
I'm cynical
I don't give a fuck what god put into you
I don't name drop but if you smart it's not subliminal
I call it like I see it
If it's something I should speak on
Yo right hand hit yo girl on the same bed you sleep on
It's not a secret
Cat is out the bag and you will not believe it
This is word of mouth I had receipts I didn't have to see it
But truth be told I see it through the eyes of a two years old
I'm too observant
You running out of work but nigga who you serving
I knew you wasn't like that
Credit card swipe that
Back door your mans and now you begging for his life back
I done had enough of you
He died like that because of you
I know you won't come clean so imma make you feel uncomfortable
The booth is hot
Telling lies is easy but the truth is not
Lyrically the hottest where i'm from and I refuse to stop
It's a love hate thing with my hood where I was born and raised
Everyone was family but I had to go my separate ways
This wasn't planned
Forever I'll be loyal to the motherland
But once you burn that bridge
That's just something you can't cross again
I'm stating facts
Nobody can escape I'm not afraid to rap
I hate the trap he won't make it out look where they raised him at
Not a damn statistic I was raised where it was crazy at
Back alleys bandos the parks ain't where they playing at
In my hood
There's no love lost but no love spared
Niggas befriending they homie killer but who the hell cares
Speaking of
I'm so lowkey with this exclusive shit
The gun was jammed when you got it
So how the fuck you use the shit Living in ya shadow
Pride getting shallow
Paying him no mind because you ain't stooping that low

Written by:
Kenneth Scott

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