Hood Cycle (Bonus)

I'm just starin' in the palm of my hand

Thinkin', "Should I pop this Perc? No, 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 go on tour, make a mill at least

Mom didn't have much, we didn't really eat

Therefore, I was always in the streets

You didn't hear who hit at me in no tweets

That's 'cause it was some real beef

Everyday, a shootout for four weeks

Four .30 clips, we four deep

Can't hug the block 'cause we riding with glocks

So you already know this is real beef

Man, since I got rich, all the people in my life depend on me

So you know I gotta smoke weed

Quit gangbangin', got more cheese

I don't know buddy, he know me

And you know we shinin'

Everybody with me got a Rolly

**** rich, you know he smashin'

Security freak like roadie

And I miss my brody

Slap stickin' my forty

Still exotic smokin', got some Vlive from OD

Spit hood bibles

For **** that get bumped, sons go pick it up

That's the hood cycle

So I'm tryna go flyin'

Ain't got no opps, I don't want no lil 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

But ain't nobody did nothing for me, now they 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 dont trust nobody, don't make me kill something

And they all love you

Deep at shows, when I was this broke ****, I ain't seen all of you

Not a call from you

Moved out grandma's 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

Jack that kid, tryna ball, who out?

The foolish things I did

Sorry for how I lived

My momma lost without you

She aint gotta tell me, I look in her eyes and see it

Walking in the house, my eyes was red

Demons talkin' 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

**** talkin' 'bout what you hear

I thought you was the man (Was)

Said that hoe gave you some head (Blood)

Where all that shit in my bed? ('Cause)

I'm just tryna come in the house and fuck

I don't wanna come in no house and fuss

Girl, why you gotta get loud and cuss?

Gon' head, pull that blouse all up

Let me get it from the back or something

Fuck it, I'ma 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, climbin' the pole

She looking like a muhh

Just to walk up in this bitch, they gave me some rolls

Why don't I throw some money?

Pickin' ones back up off the floor

Charlamagne, you fucking donkey

White teacher at school caught me as a flunkie

'Cause I was a fuckin' 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 fuckin' honky"