Hood prayer Lyrics

Always knew I'll make it out the hood

'Member we ain't getting no food

So a nigga gotta break the rules

So a niqqa gotta make a move

Always knew I'll make it out the hood

'Member we ain't getting no food

So a nigga gotta break the rules

So a niqqa gotta make a move

You can't stop my shit this is greatness

You ain't talking money niqqa say less

Shoot you in the face, leave you face less

Then we skrr off in the rolls and maybach

You can't stop my shit this is greatness

You ain't talking money niqqa say less

Shoot you in the face, leave you face less

Then we skrr off in the rolls and maybach

Smoking too much, can't feel my face

Got me some money, going back to my ways

Keep that forty on my waist

I can't feel my face

I can't feel my face

I can't feel my face

Keep me a gun can't catch me lacking I know niqqaz hate

Where have you been? Here I am now, not sorry for the wait

These niqqaz be acting like being a gangster is tats on your face

Pop me a molly, then caught a body but leaving no trace

I got my foot on they neck, I guess they stucked

Got my mind on the money, can't get enough

When We was broke, they don't fuck with us

They won't pick up calls

I am the truth, and my gang want no truce, we want some blood

Always knew I'll make it out the hood

'Member we ain't getting no food

So a nigga gotta break the rules

So a niqqa gotta make a move

Always knew I'll make it out the hood

'Member we ain't getting no food

So a nigga gotta break the rules

So a niqqa gotta make a move

I did it alone but I did it for everyone You ain't gotta stress

Did it for fam, fuck the street, ain't trynna impress

I bought a lotta gun, I got shooters from east to the west

What would you do if you was in my shoes wouldn't you finesse

Smoking too much, can't feel my face

Got me some money, going back to my ways

Keep that forty on my waist

I can't feel my face

I can't feel my face

I can't feel my face