No Good

Say I do it for the hood, for the ones that keep they blicky on they side and keep it up

You hear me

We can never be misunderstood You my brother from the mud, from the gutter

Boy, I love you like no other

Say I do it for them trenches and niggas in the hood

That's always up to no good Come from a broken home, yo, we all misunderstood

Feel like my mind on frozen, I'm stuck up in this hood

Snake my cousin out, I felt he chose the wrong hood

We from the sandbox, from the mud, yeah, from the mud

I hope you still love me, yeah, I know I fucked up