Alright
Alright
I was
Flipping over pages in my year book
Like "Damn look at how long them years took"
But them years didn't prepare me for the world
I just learned how to finesse and earn some A's off some twirls
Go to college or be another statistic
But I'm gifted
So just listen
To all the plots I be twisting
With my writtens
They say it's different
Times is shifting
Pay attention
Crooked politicians
Ignorance explicit
And n*ggas getting shot over some Jays
Expecting us to survive living off of minimum wage
Roll another one just to get you half of the day
And roll one of you if you feel the same way
My n*gga mom still on section 8
His girl? The last thing he want to hear she late
Oh word! Cause if the chyld have a chyld like today
He says it lower all his chances of getting out of the place
And she just wanted to feel loved
Cause the lack of
Father figure she had growing up
So her mother
Working all these long hours
Just to provide for the kids but the sh*t get rough
Lack of guidance
Little providings
They hear them sirens
They frighten
Cause n*ggas get violent
They might be fighting
Then they hear a
And then the streets get silent
Then they friend on t-shirts
Just standing next to horizons
And bullets don't got a name on them
It's just like they wearing blindfolds how they aiming them
And they just watch the blood dip concrete they staining them
N*ggas was raised like this up instead of help we blaming them
And I just want the best for my friends
Cause I know the struggle that our city represents
And overcoming obstacles that we was put against
This was meant for all the hood n*ggas posted like the fence
The streets is cold so bring your heat
We need growth so plant your seeds
They scar your mind so you won't see
They forge your I's and cross your T's
And uh
It does get cold
Get cold
Get cold
And with this I know
That it does get cold
Get cold
Get cold
Sol ChYld - Hood Knowledge Lyrics
Sol ChYld - Hood Knowledge Lyrics
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English
Alright
Alright
I was
Flipping over pages in my year book
Like "Damn look at how long them years took"
But them years didn't prepare me for the world
I just learned how to finesse and earn some A's off some twirls
Go to college or be another statistic
But I'm gifted
So just listen
To all the plots I be twisting
With my writtens
They say it's different
Times is shifting
Pay attention
Crooked politicians
Ignorance explicit
And n*ggas getting shot over some Jays
Expecting us to survive living off of minimum wage
Roll another one just to get you half of the day
And roll one of you if you feel the same way
My n*gga mom still on section 8
His girl? The last thing he want to hear she late
Oh word! Cause if the chyld have a chyld like today
He says it lower all his chances of getting out of the place
And she just wanted to feel loved
Cause the lack of
Father figure she had growing up
So her mother
Working all these long hours
Just to provide for the kids but the sh*t get rough
Lack of guidance
Little providings
They hear them sirens
They frighten
Cause n*ggas get violent
They might be fighting
Then they hear a
And then the streets get silent
Then they friend on t-shirts
Just standing next to horizons
And bullets don't got a name on them
It's just like they wearing blindfolds how they aiming them
And they just watch the blood dip concrete they staining them
N*ggas was raised like this up instead of help we blaming them
And I just want the best for my friends
Cause I know the struggle that our city represents
And overcoming obstacles that we was put against
This was meant for all the hood n*ggas posted like the fence
The streets is cold so bring your heat
We need growth so plant your seeds
They scar your mind so you won't see
They forge your I's and cross your T's
And uh
It does get cold
Get cold
Get cold
And with this I know
That it does get cold
Get cold
Get cold
Alright
I was
Flipping over pages in my year book
Like "Damn look at how long them years took"
But them years didn't prepare me for the world
I just learned how to finesse and earn some A's off some twirls
Go to college or be another statistic
But I'm gifted
So just listen
To all the plots I be twisting
With my writtens
They say it's different
Times is shifting
Pay attention
Crooked politicians
Ignorance explicit
And n*ggas getting shot over some Jays
Expecting us to survive living off of minimum wage
Roll another one just to get you half of the day
And roll one of you if you feel the same way
My n*gga mom still on section 8
His girl? The last thing he want to hear she late
Oh word! Cause if the chyld have a chyld like today
He says it lower all his chances of getting out of the place
And she just wanted to feel loved
Cause the lack of
Father figure she had growing up
So her mother
Working all these long hours
Just to provide for the kids but the sh*t get rough
Lack of guidance
Little providings
They hear them sirens
They frighten
Cause n*ggas get violent
They might be fighting
Then they hear a
And then the streets get silent
Then they friend on t-shirts
Just standing next to horizons
And bullets don't got a name on them
It's just like they wearing blindfolds how they aiming them
And they just watch the blood dip concrete they staining them
N*ggas was raised like this up instead of help we blaming them
And I just want the best for my friends
Cause I know the struggle that our city represents
And overcoming obstacles that we was put against
This was meant for all the hood n*ggas posted like the fence
The streets is cold so bring your heat
We need growth so plant your seeds
They scar your mind so you won't see
They forge your I's and cross your T's
And uh
It does get cold
Get cold
Get cold
And with this I know
That it does get cold
Get cold
Get cold
Writer: Haanesha Smith
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