hood i know

, i know it's hard in every hood i know, struggle in every ghetto i know, but not like the one i know, i see the law in every hood i go, they throw metal in every hood i know, but not like the one i know, we all started innocent, eating reese's pieces, i was young, then wearing 5 star aleses, bullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces, 20 months, vision quest, sleeping in a tepee, since my dad died, attitude worsened, that's why i stole cars before i could write cursive, thousand miles from being rich, stuck on my grind, try to sale nickel bags like louie baton, i'm young, i'm good, best shape of my life, one shot from big shit a blow you out of ya nikes, only a dick head wouldn't wanna be rich, and do his car like school and drop out in the 6, you could look at my wrist, it wasn't shit on it, but i was determined to get a little gliss on em, the 40 ounce bottles done turned to cris on em, and every bitch that was fronting, i'm a piss on em, my hood dog, like any average one, you know the dirty kids on the block having fun, hand to hand is how the grams is slung, in tanned timberlands and until them vans a come, it's all good now, but you remember those latter days, them tubleware, soul food platter days, that was ya mom little hustle on a saturdays, back then, when it really didn't matter days, you would take that beating, cause you wasn't trying to be, the only one who missed the house party on the weekend, knowing that them project chicks was in there freaking, grinding off "as we lay", walk with me ya'll, back in the day, you and ya man slap tapping away, pitching chains, playing craps everyday, getting high on the block, green bottles of private stock, 2 dollar 40's, sparks tell ya story, i come up fragile and timid, pressed to the limit, 12 years old, no household, from the start i was finished, disowned by the biologicals, and adopted by rolling stones on corners, sipping thunderbird, banging needles and pushing stolen regals, and with no hoe and no money, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravy, stuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenile, just made me wanna holla "lord help me", but i had will power, stole a burner from uncle lester, and that.22 long blossomed to wild flower, now when i enter rooms the conversation stop, and them cock suckers whisper, these faggots ain't got no cahunas, so if they so much as touch me, i cock back and put like bananas on them mokey motherfuckers, show no love for these cock suckers, weeping, who can't deal with life situations cause that's money to me, uhh, murder, now who am i, little nigga named free from the hood, what i do, make a living, make a killing in the hood, what i'm trying to do now, get my children out the hood, before the atf start coming, plot, plot on, now who am i, little nigga named free from the block, what i do, make a living, make a killing on the block, what i'm trying to do now, get my children off the block, and my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on, in my hood, f-r-double uh, cock back, double pump, you rapping, i just happen to have some space in the trunk, 89' dough, space in the front, will ya hoe fit?, beef come, we be dumping the whole clip, having lunch, while you be fronting, be fucking ya hoe sick, send her home, can't hump, send my nigga's through ya block, can't pump, grind, watch for the cops, shit tucked, i'll be watching them lady co's if i slip up, uh uh, i know it's hard in every hood i know, struggle in every ghetto i know, but not like the one i know, i see the law in every hood i go, they throw metal in every hood i know, but not like the one i know, i know it's coke in every hood i know, it's no joke in every hood i know, but not like the one i know, i know it's rough in every hood i know, it's fucked up in every hood i know, but not like the one i know, yo, i'm saying mac, i know i'm young and all, but i been through a little struggle too, lot of crazy shit dog, ya know?, feel this dog, yo i was brought up in the wildest streets, where niggas pack everyday, and everybody crowd to eat, 24/7, no time to sleep, a g and up, reing up, 3 times a week, throwing numbers on the strip, the yungin out the clique, moves like carl lewis when it's coming out the clip, uh, still in school, all the learning i can get, focused, trying to purchase all the burners i can get, i know plenty niggas fell, trying to chauffer through this shit, these niggas tell, then a murder gon exist, it's no joke in the hood, especially when the boat ain't make it across, and we ain't got no coke in the hood, that's where rap come in at, more notes in a book, dro in the woods, mom dukes trying to lay low in the woods,