Still Hood

(We got London on da Track)

You was fakin' it all along, felt that shit inside my bones

Had a feelin' you had told and I felt it in my soul

And you know yo word ain't strong 'cause they know you gettin' old

Ever since I been on, we give the trenches hope

Keep it a buck, it ain't nobody fuckin' with us

I can't sit around and talk about other ****

That shit old, I don't care what he did

We was cool, but it is what it is now

Broke as fuck, used to live at my man's house

I work hard, they don't give me no handouts

Bro ain't really a opp, he just fanned out

Can't believe we just slept on the same couch

How you feel like it's fuck me, then come back and switch up and ask me for somethin' with the same mouth?

We had spots in the hood, make sure everyone good, beat that bitch for too much, then we change out

We can be anywhere, we gon' bang out

If you see me, they pay me, I don't hang out

I got too many cars, need a bigger garage

Call the realtor, tell her to change houses

This shit deep, I take care of my kid's side of they family

I'm too rich to let somebody handle me

Naw fo real, I pay rent for my young ****' momma nem

We got away on the chase, I was one of them

Pay attention to me, you can run it up

Ain't drove it in weeks, gotta warm it up

You gon D.I.E. if you come at us

Gotta Richard Millie, it's a one of one

I was stuck on the block, aint got nothin' comin' in

Eveytime I fell, I got back up again

I'ma practice till I fuckin' win

We ain't brothers, I don't call you **** twin

Got the hittas trailin' me inside a Benz

Everything I got, I'm tryna times ten

And I don't fuck with y'all ****, I ain't friendly

Yeah, I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me?

You complainin' and you don't even gotta be

I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' me

I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be

I ain't trippin', I just want to live good

Would've gave you my all, prolly still would

When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good

Been all over the world, but I'm still hood

I wasn't born with a silver spoon

You askin' for drugs and can't get 'em gone

My uncle want drugs, I'll give it to him

He thinkin' he me when I put him on

Auntie fuckin' in the bedroom, I had to sleep inside a **** bathroom

Puttin' duct tape on the air mattress so the air wouldn't really leave from it

Real **** on standby, all that fake love, I don't need none

I don't really talk cash with a bitch unless the bitch really need some

One **** told me he started with dimes and nicks, he say he gon' die with a brick

One **** told me forever gon' carry his gun, that **** died with a stick

I grew up a little a bit different, my uncle went Catholic, I had to share a room with a junkie

I told you I grew up the toughest, came from nothin', had to wash up with a bucket

Police had told me slow down when I be in the city 'cause they say I'm startin' a ruckus

Fuck the bitch and get this bitch a Plan B and told her this shit come with my money

Yeah, I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me?

You complainin' and you don't even gotta be

I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' me

I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be

I ain't trippin', I just want to live good

Would've gave you my all, prolly still would

When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good

Been all over the world, but I'm still hood

Felt that shit inside my bones

And you know yo word ain't strong, 'cause they know you gettin' old

(We Got London on Da Track)