FOR THE HOOD ft. King Sinister Lyrics

I was a lost on a bad road

All I had was my skill bro

Love the music loved the hustle

Cut me up let my guts show

She fucked me up and left me hearts

Up the product like narcos

Really tryna not to get partial

Got support but I stand alone

Hustle in my bloodline, come extract some antidote

Tripping in a universe parallel

Ghost is not human u know very well

Still believe in some fairy tales

Don't believe in ghost

I kill the scary scared, even if  I feel un prepared

No wear no shed a tear

Got my head on clear, but puffing clouds

This a better leer, increase potential

Now we here

What What

U thought I was I done

Ima call up a renegade after I won

Fuck the income

This the outcome

Hustler of The decade released like 5 albums in 2 years

Thats damn tuff, freeze bitch put ur hands up

This is for homies, and my chicklets

For my thugs and my woes

This is for the ones who wanna witness

Grinding at the most

Never cared bout the hella riches

I was busy making diamonds out my soul

For my thugs yeah

For my crew yeah

For my love yeah

For my hood yeah

For my thugs yeah

For my crew yeah

For my hood yeahh

Pull up in my hood right

You don't wanna get stuck

We call this the Southside

You better wanna buck up

Better wanna buck up, there ain't no luck that's runnin

Machete's make you work hard, better quit the frontin

Shit so crazy, people are changing

That cannot faze me, gotta be like da baby

Shit so crazy, people are changing

That cannot faze me, gotta be like da baby

I be like da baby, bop'in on every beat

You see me maybe, rockin on every street

I'm locked in, her thighs got me locked in

She want my kid, that shit ain't happening

I'm riding solo

They see me in slowmo

Living life like yolo

Unless you got that fomo

We ain't gon' have no problem

The life we live is heart throbbing

They look at us like we martians

Can't help that we sound like marshall

Sound so good, when we get up on a microphone.

Sound so good, we gotta keep that hustle on

Sound so good, when we get up on a microphone.

Sound so good, we gotta keep that hustle on

You can take me out hood but u can't take can't the hood outta me

It aint all good homie, but we got what  we got, and we do want we need

Burn another wood, swear it give me peace

You can take me out the hood but u can't take the hood outta me

For my thugs yeah

For my crew yeah

For my love yeah

For my hood yeah

For my thugs yeah

For my crew yeah

For my hood yeahh

This is for homies, and my chicklets

For my thugs and my woes

This is for the ones who wanna witness

Grinding at the most

Never cared bout the hella riches

I was busy making diamonds out my soul