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Hood Stories (Cycle Repeats) Video (MV)




Performed By: SIYAH
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Cellou Diallo




SIYAH - Hood Stories (Cycle Repeats) Lyrics
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Product of my society oh nanah
I gotta eat na na
I gotta eat na na
Aye aye
Baby don't you ever count on me oh na
I'm gonna leave na na
I'm gonna leave na na
Yeah
Mama ain't live up to what you dreamed na na
Just pray for me mama
Just pray for me nanah
Matter fact
I got me
I got me
When I die leave me on that hot corner selling rocks
I want my name ringing as top dope boy of the block
I want all to know whose the guy when I was on that spot
White man never gave me shit
My daddy left me with death
Lotta Promises ain't kept
So no child would keep me here
Damn this weed help me with stress
Take a life with no regrets
Divide and conquer
Where do we come from
Opportunity is rare so I gotta confront
Anything that could turn any day to sunflowers
Anything that get me anywhere
They tossing my Medicare
Got no place of fair treatment I'm lost with my heritage
This gang banging tradition I'm part percentages
That carry no sentiments even late nights would let a man
Show any feelings so tell a vice I won't ever bend
I wanna be better
Monogamous efforts
I gotta better
Cause you always make me feel like life real special
You care for my children in a place where is nothing meant for
The black man to be winners
The melanin in your figure
Oh god praised you
As many times I hurt you
I was blind like curtain
Stuck by I admire the person
God you perfect
I been trying change but I'm a
Product of my society oh nanah
I gotta eat na na
I gotta eat na na
Aye aye
Baby don't you ever count on me oh na
I'm gonna leave na na
I'm gonna leave na na
Yeah
Mama ain't live up to what you dreamed na na
Just pray for me mama
Just pray for me nanah
Matter fact
I got me
I got me
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English

Product of my society oh nanah
I gotta eat na na
I gotta eat na na
Aye aye
Baby don't you ever count on me oh na
I'm gonna leave na na
I'm gonna leave na na
Yeah
Mama ain't live up to what you dreamed na na
Just pray for me mama
Just pray for me nanah
Matter fact
I got me
I got me
When I die leave me on that hot corner selling rocks
I want my name ringing as top dope boy of the block
I want all to know whose the guy when I was on that spot
White man never gave me shit
My daddy left me with death
Lotta Promises ain't kept
So no child would keep me here
Damn this weed help me with stress
Take a life with no regrets
Divide and conquer
Where do we come from
Opportunity is rare so I gotta confront
Anything that could turn any day to sunflowers
Anything that get me anywhere
They tossing my Medicare
Got no place of fair treatment I'm lost with my heritage
This gang banging tradition I'm part percentages
That carry no sentiments even late nights would let a man
Show any feelings so tell a vice I won't ever bend
I wanna be better
Monogamous efforts
I gotta better
Cause you always make me feel like life real special
You care for my children in a place where is nothing meant for
The black man to be winners
The melanin in your figure
Oh god praised you
As many times I hurt you
I was blind like curtain
Stuck by I admire the person
God you perfect
I been trying change but I'm a
Product of my society oh nanah
I gotta eat na na
I gotta eat na na
Aye aye
Baby don't you ever count on me oh na
I'm gonna leave na na
I'm gonna leave na na
Yeah
Mama ain't live up to what you dreamed na na
Just pray for me mama
Just pray for me nanah
Matter fact
I got me
I got me
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Cellou Diallo
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