My Hood - $tupid Young, Young Drummer Boy, Grinch-O

They ain’t talking money my nigga then that’s some nonsense

I’m just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits

In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious

Took so many L’s I can tell you about these losses

Banging on the net, we catch them we ain’t going to squash it

Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense

In my hood, in my hood (Ayy)

Caught a case and had a different way of viewing things

I’m just trying to get this money up and start doing things

Trying to introduce my neighborhood to some newer things

Just a young Cambodian with all these Cuban links

I done made my own way, I made my own blueprint

Your opinion don’t pay my rent so fuck your two cents

Blowing up in my section turned me into a nuisance

Killas from my section that was my biggest influence

Reputation everything, can’t live with a bad name

We gon' make a toast to never going broke with champagne

Young niggas out here living wild in the fast lane

Ain’t shit changed even though all this cash came

Cause we going to stack it up and split these dividends

Feeling like 50 Cent, choppas for these many men

Way before this rapping we been hopping out that mini-van

Looking at the homie crazy when he said they send him to jail

They ain’t talking money my nigga then that’s some nonsense

I’m just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits

In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious

Took so many L’s I can tell you about these losses

Banging on the net, we catch them we ain’t going to squash it

Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense

In my hood, in my hood

My hood, my hood, it’s getting eerie while it’s after dark

A couple cholos on the move walking through the park

Great aim, sharpshooters, they don’t miss the mark

They trying to hit us with the RICO cause we up the bar

Since early on, my day ones, we on that break-away

I still pray all of you fools who want my life decayed

We’ll get it popping like some seeds in the microwave

I’d risk my freedom if you trying to take my shine away

Adapt too quickly, so I’m hunting for the doorway

I squeeze the trigger I’m just trying to keep my soul today

Mr Capone put me on so you can roll the tape

Exposing all you fucking frauds that always been fake

You couldn’t make it on the stage these are hard days

Moving weigh through your zip code cause

I gotta get it, no more time in the real estate

I am never breaking, that’s my military mind-state

They ain’t talking money my nigga then that’s some nonsense

I’m just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits

In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious

Took so many L’s I can tell you about these losses

Banging on the net, we catch them we ain’t going to squash it

Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense

In my hood, in my hood

Pull up on the opp, that’s a mandatory hop-out

Money came in but this shit ain’t going to stop now

People talk gangster, but I seen too many drop-outs

Bitch I been in gang ain’t no motherfucking cop out

See I’m just trying to stay ten toes, if I spend money then it’s coming back

Came back to the hood, getting love from my old hoes

Speaking on my name but you know that is just a no-go

Hit a sucker with a .40 that’s a 4−0

Shout out to my homie Lil Nasty he a loco

Tatted on his face, got it blasting with the logo

Big sticks on em that’s a motherfucking pogo

My whole hood filled with pain and with blood stains

If you ain’t built for it then you betters stay away

I thank god that he showed me to a better way

But I can’t leave before the homies dead on passing weight

They ain’t talking money my nigga then that’s some nonsense

I’m just trying to run up the bag and stack these profits

In my section got to stay dangerous and move cautious

Took so many L’s I can tell you about these losses

Banging on the net, we catch them we ain’t going to squash it

Left him on the fence, my niggas playing that offense

In my hood, in my hood