I'm a hood nigger not a street nigger
I grew up on the block with these dope dealers
You got to be a hater if you don't feel us
Niggers out here got choppas
The system trying to chop us like a tree
I knew we wasn't free ever since I was born
I'm still looking for the beast and the horn
Possessed by D'Evils of this world, that's the word
Too much knowledge, why I got to go to college?
I would never lie just to boost my image
Blood drippin' from my eyelids
The violence in the hood f*cked up my thought process
You know we only drink by the chalice
Society prolly thinks I'm a menace
Through this art I'm exposing a smaller part of my heart
Perfect timin'
God is vibin' everytime a nigger rhymin'
Get the cash and move the merchandise
Look into my eyes and see the sunrise
Hypnotize the whole show, the ones on stage movin' in slow mo
The flow cold, Draco, Dracula, my mind has a shape of a Tarantula
Ey man
(Never hit my phone if it ain't about cheese
Look at my steez, gold in these streets
I don't want to wave that K like my granddaddy did)
(Never hit my phone if it ain't about cheese
Look at my steez, gold in these streets
I don't want to wave that K like my granddaddy did)
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I'm a hood nigger not a street nigger
I grew up on the block with these dope dealers
You got to be a hater if you don't feel us
Niggers out here got choppas
The system trying to chop us like a tree
I knew we wasn't free ever since I was born
I'm still looking for the beast and the horn
Possessed by D'Evils of this world, that's the word
Too much knowledge, why I got to go to college?
I would never lie just to boost my image
Blood drippin' from my eyelids
The violence in the hood f*cked up my thought process
You know we only drink by the chalice
Society prolly thinks I'm a menace
Through this art I'm exposing a smaller part of my heart
Perfect timin'
God is vibin' everytime a nigger rhymin'
Get the cash and move the merchandise
Look into my eyes and see the sunrise
Hypnotize the whole show, the ones on stage movin' in slow mo
The flow cold, Draco, Dracula, my mind has a shape of a Tarantula
Ey man
(Never hit my phone if it ain't about cheese
Look at my steez, gold in these streets
I don't want to wave that K like my granddaddy did)
(Never hit my phone if it ain't about cheese
Look at my steez, gold in these streets
I don't want to wave that K like my granddaddy did)
I grew up on the block with these dope dealers
You got to be a hater if you don't feel us
Niggers out here got choppas
The system trying to chop us like a tree
I knew we wasn't free ever since I was born
I'm still looking for the beast and the horn
Possessed by D'Evils of this world, that's the word
Too much knowledge, why I got to go to college?
I would never lie just to boost my image
Blood drippin' from my eyelids
The violence in the hood f*cked up my thought process
You know we only drink by the chalice
Society prolly thinks I'm a menace
Through this art I'm exposing a smaller part of my heart
Perfect timin'
God is vibin' everytime a nigger rhymin'
Get the cash and move the merchandise
Look into my eyes and see the sunrise
Hypnotize the whole show, the ones on stage movin' in slow mo
The flow cold, Draco, Dracula, my mind has a shape of a Tarantula
Ey man
(Never hit my phone if it ain't about cheese
Look at my steez, gold in these streets
I don't want to wave that K like my granddaddy did)
(Never hit my phone if it ain't about cheese
Look at my steez, gold in these streets
I don't want to wave that K like my granddaddy did)
Writer: Katlego Kutumela
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