Hood Renaissance Lyrics

If this ain't that Renaissance Man

Featuring MUGZ

Boy I been a DON

Pull up to the venue with a debutante

Boss shit

Cautious when I feel something is wrong

If y'all was waiting on that street shit

Nigga this the song

This is for my G's and this is for my hustlers

Star quarterbacks become fiends

And turn to customers

Bad shorties from High School

Body done doubled up

After a couple kids

Can't get rid of them bubble guts

These young niggas smoking dust

Tell me what the fuck is up

Snitching at a all time high

Y'all need to toughen up

Don't car if you carry six nines

Up in your trunk

When you talking gang gang

And see your ops better buck them up

I'm old school

From a time where we had to knuckle up

Keep it a buck

Take one to the eye

But it's nothing bro

Go out swinging and you'll live to fight another one

But by no means do you talk to police

What are you dumb

With me you knew if I was

Or wasn't playing

My bro well y'all already know

No need to say it

That's how we were raised

By OG Panamanian players

Stayed fresh suits pressed

All of they jewelry layered

Shoes gators true mobsters

I had more foams than

When you put too much soap in the washer

You connected if you get shot

And can't go to the doctor

To get stitched the one that did it

Take years to find like Hoffa

I'm dope not stepped on

Forget a spoon

Starting to heat it up

You would think it's the middle of June

Come on

Contraband bars they smuggle in and shit balloons

Come on

Enough with all that shucking and jiving you niggas coons

Think Martin and Malcolm got popped so you can loose

Or John Africa got bombed

So you can cop shoes

Standing on line

You love the hood that don't love you

Guess it's blind leading the blind

Generational curse time after time

Can you tell me what it's worth

Crime after crime

Get you a cell or some dirt

At least you truly at peace

When you one with the Earth

Said a lot foul shit

But they respect the truth

Cause it hurts

This project has cycles

Environmental control

Ya man become ya rival

For a dollar they selling souls

The price cheap

I try and tell them you reap what you sow

This that Hood Renaissance

But with me they broke the mold nigga

Y'all know who this is

OhMUGZ DON Enterprise

Dollars Or Nothing

Rydah I got you bro

You know my motto

Better days ahead

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