Текст песни My Neighborhood

My neighborhood's full of drama

Killas and thugs

Everybody representin

By throwin em up

With a quick hi hello

Or a beat down baby

Even cops knows the bloccs

That it's all time crazy

It's alright

Cuz it's home sweet hood

Even though half of us

Is up to no good

You gotta love it

When your born and raised

In a place

Full of problems

That you gotta face

I'm a native in the city

Of these detroit streets

Wit a warrior mentality

That wont at ease

Tommy hawk in one hand,

Blunt in the otha

So I can get high and just swing at mutha fuccas

That's how it is

I protect my shit

On my front porch

Servin up free fat lips

So come and see me

If you down to hang

But when you visit

In the minute

You can't be actin strange

For real

My neighborhood ain't wat it's all cracced up to be

So much drama

My neighborhood ain't wat it's all cracced up to be

So much drama

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Wit that front porch livin

Got the lawn chair high

Don't mistake this lifestyle for a reason to try

This is the reason to die

We straight country folk bangin

Them dirt road bangin

Country folk slangin

Got that hard

That soft

That prescription for your mental

My neighborhood homies got them backroads credentials

Fo do chevys one on bloccs otha one pumped up

Bad ass kids leavin grown folks punked out

Trailer park cookin

Servin up that ass

City cars always swervin when them hoes walk past

Cuz them corn bread booties got em hypnotized

Spendin college tuition

Just to grip them thighs

My neighborhood to some might seem worlds away

But this is where I stay

Red Clay, GA

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My neighborhood

Is on locc cuz we like it that way

My neighborhood

Is a place where the gangstas play

My neighborhood

Can see right through if you don't belong

My neighborhood

Can defeat allt he weak and build up the strong

My neighborhood

Is on some shit like you ain't neva seen

My neighborhood

Red dirt roads sportin thugs and theives

My neighborhood

Country fuccin mouths ain't neva heard of no blocc

My neighborhood

Is so far out don't bother callin no cops

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