Say Hood
YEAA
YEAAA
Let me talk
You ever seen a mill
You ever seen a night hungry
You ain't seen a Mill
Cause you over grinding on it
Trynna see a mill
Shit I'm a section 8 baby
Nigga be for real
Now I let section 8 pay me
I'm a realtor
My generation was cursed
I want them M's
To try to break my generational curse
But who am I to try to talk
If I could say what it's worth
I'm trynna be forever wealthy
Shit we came from the dirt
I want them racks nigga
I know the value of my name
I want the max nigga
I know the value of the game I give
I tax niggas
See I was ready 'fore I came out here
Go ask niggas
They say I hustle like a crack dealer
Grind hard
No it ain't worth it but look I need it
So I grind smart
Season my seeds
Make sure they eat
Until I find god
Don't have a heart
Them niggas broke my shit in nine parts
I need to find it
I might can sell it
Bitchs crying for it
Don't gotta like me
Just respect me
Niggas dying for it
Buss down Rollie
That shit you talking
I ain't got time for it
I can't be lazy
My life expensive
So I grind for it
He want a fade
I'm not a barber
I got iron for 'em
That's my li' partna
You right I put it on the line for 'em
Tell him the truth and the consequences without lying to 'em
Get yo heart out the streets
Cause them streets is not gone slide for 'em
Funeral lines the only time
These niggas ride for 'em
Uh-ha
I rather ride foreign
And build my wave up from the ground before I ride yours
I'm undecided
Stay low key or gone ride forgis
Yo daddy ain't got that car
Look at the suicide doors
Inside wars
I know who I am
When I look in the mirror
Who inside yours
All I do is grind
I'm on my grind
You better find yours
All we know is trap like it was our choice
Nigga that Shit wasn't our choice
And riding for my niggas is not a question
Imma drive for 'em
I'm the real thang
God didn't make my kind in trial form
Can't believe bruh cross me
I'm the only one looking out for 'em
And Probably would've died for these niggas
Glad I'm alive for 'em
Don't gotta like me
Just respect me
Niggas dying for it
Buss down Rollie
That Shit you talking
I ain't got time for it
I can't be lazy
My life expensive
So I grind for it
He want a fade
I'm not a barber
I got iron for 'em
That's my li' partna
You right I put it on the line for 'em
Tell him the truth and the consequences without lying to 'em
Get yo heart out the streets
Cause them streets is not gone slide for 'em
Funeral lines the only time
These niggas ride for 'em
Uh-ha
I rather ride foreign
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Say Hood
YEAA
YEAAA
Let me talk
You ever seen a mill
You ever seen a night hungry
You ain't seen a Mill
Cause you over grinding on it
Trynna see a mill
Shit I'm a section 8 baby
Nigga be for real
Now I let section 8 pay me
I'm a realtor
My generation was cursed
I want them M's
To try to break my generational curse
But who am I to try to talk
If I could say what it's worth
I'm trynna be forever wealthy
Shit we came from the dirt
I want them racks nigga
I know the value of my name
I want the max nigga
I know the value of the game I give
I tax niggas
See I was ready 'fore I came out here
Go ask niggas
They say I hustle like a crack dealer
Grind hard
No it ain't worth it but look I need it
So I grind smart
Season my seeds
Make sure they eat
Until I find god
Don't have a heart
Them niggas broke my shit in nine parts
I need to find it
I might can sell it
Bitchs crying for it
Don't gotta like me
Just respect me
Niggas dying for it
Buss down Rollie
That shit you talking
I ain't got time for it
I can't be lazy
My life expensive
So I grind for it
He want a fade
I'm not a barber
I got iron for 'em
That's my li' partna
You right I put it on the line for 'em
Tell him the truth and the consequences without lying to 'em
Get yo heart out the streets
Cause them streets is not gone slide for 'em
Funeral lines the only time
These niggas ride for 'em
Uh-ha
I rather ride foreign
And build my wave up from the ground before I ride yours
I'm undecided
Stay low key or gone ride forgis
Yo daddy ain't got that car
Look at the suicide doors
Inside wars
I know who I am
When I look in the mirror
Who inside yours
All I do is grind
I'm on my grind
You better find yours
All we know is trap like it was our choice
Nigga that Shit wasn't our choice
And riding for my niggas is not a question
Imma drive for 'em
I'm the real thang
God didn't make my kind in trial form
Can't believe bruh cross me
I'm the only one looking out for 'em
And Probably would've died for these niggas
Glad I'm alive for 'em
Don't gotta like me
Just respect me
Niggas dying for it
Buss down Rollie
That Shit you talking
I ain't got time for it
I can't be lazy
My life expensive
So I grind for it
He want a fade
I'm not a barber
I got iron for 'em
That's my li' partna
You right I put it on the line for 'em
Tell him the truth and the consequences without lying to 'em
Get yo heart out the streets
Cause them streets is not gone slide for 'em
Funeral lines the only time
These niggas ride for 'em
Uh-ha
I rather ride foreign
YEAA
YEAAA
Let me talk
You ever seen a mill
You ever seen a night hungry
You ain't seen a Mill
Cause you over grinding on it
Trynna see a mill
Shit I'm a section 8 baby
Nigga be for real
Now I let section 8 pay me
I'm a realtor
My generation was cursed
I want them M's
To try to break my generational curse
But who am I to try to talk
If I could say what it's worth
I'm trynna be forever wealthy
Shit we came from the dirt
I want them racks nigga
I know the value of my name
I want the max nigga
I know the value of the game I give
I tax niggas
See I was ready 'fore I came out here
Go ask niggas
They say I hustle like a crack dealer
Grind hard
No it ain't worth it but look I need it
So I grind smart
Season my seeds
Make sure they eat
Until I find god
Don't have a heart
Them niggas broke my shit in nine parts
I need to find it
I might can sell it
Bitchs crying for it
Don't gotta like me
Just respect me
Niggas dying for it
Buss down Rollie
That shit you talking
I ain't got time for it
I can't be lazy
My life expensive
So I grind for it
He want a fade
I'm not a barber
I got iron for 'em
That's my li' partna
You right I put it on the line for 'em
Tell him the truth and the consequences without lying to 'em
Get yo heart out the streets
Cause them streets is not gone slide for 'em
Funeral lines the only time
These niggas ride for 'em
Uh-ha
I rather ride foreign
And build my wave up from the ground before I ride yours
I'm undecided
Stay low key or gone ride forgis
Yo daddy ain't got that car
Look at the suicide doors
Inside wars
I know who I am
When I look in the mirror
Who inside yours
All I do is grind
I'm on my grind
You better find yours
All we know is trap like it was our choice
Nigga that Shit wasn't our choice
And riding for my niggas is not a question
Imma drive for 'em
I'm the real thang
God didn't make my kind in trial form
Can't believe bruh cross me
I'm the only one looking out for 'em
And Probably would've died for these niggas
Glad I'm alive for 'em
Don't gotta like me
Just respect me
Niggas dying for it
Buss down Rollie
That Shit you talking
I ain't got time for it
I can't be lazy
My life expensive
So I grind for it
He want a fade
I'm not a barber
I got iron for 'em
That's my li' partna
You right I put it on the line for 'em
Tell him the truth and the consequences without lying to 'em
Get yo heart out the streets
Cause them streets is not gone slide for 'em
Funeral lines the only time
These niggas ride for 'em
Uh-ha
I rather ride foreign
Writer: Santell Melton
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