In Love with the Hood

(intro)

I'm in love with the hood biiiiitch!!

All yall niggas sayin you gonna get yo money up and leave

well guess what nigga?!

im gettin my money up, and imma stay right mothafuckin here!

I love my Hood! 810 till I die biiiiiitch!

 

(V1)

I said i love my hood

it taught how to my fuckin foot

in the door and knock these niggas off they hooves

you niggas thinkin you wolves

you fuckin with bulls

you ambushed

got the hook in yo jugular

imma competitor

a vulgar language enabler

dont we use our vernacular for money and the fame?

my art is the spark

Im bout to embark on this

I know I'm a hustler but imma hustle for my last name

And imma dangle ya

strangle ya

i aint no stanger to ya

my lyrics visceral

my skins thick as an arsenal

my skills optimal

and guess who taught it all to me

hoods the nutrition i fed on

i aint no savant

but ill take you straight to vermont

or right up to kearsley park or

ill just leave you eviscerated on the franklin street

might even go to angelos to get somethin to eat

*somesomething*

but yea our water brown

but we got golden minds

and yea we fuckin down

but we gonna fuckin rise

you gonna terrified of the skills the kids were givin

in the city that be killin you for nothin other than livin

symbol for spinning circle of sinnin

a synonym for the opposite of cinnamon