In The Hood

Now see, The definition Of a real nigga Is embodied by this motherfucking song right here. You know, it took two real niggas To collab And make some motherfucking shit happen, man. That's your boy Young Chop, You know, Block Entertainment. And my motherfucking nigga, Trae, Asshole By Nature. Hey, Trae, tell what you is, nigga. I'm a gangsta to the end, riding for the City. Black Chevrolet with the paint still wet. J's on my toes, locs on my eyes. Calling on foes every time I slide by. Nothing less than the truth on the streets of The South. Hoes on my swag 'cause the diamonds In my mouth. But I move low-key, Posted in the trap. Raw with the rap to put my hood on The map. I'm a do this if a hawk And his brother named Pat. And my partner named Screw, so I let the Trunk crack. But they know about that, Haters better chill. Plus I'm packing something that they classify as Steel. Repping my block, still doing my thing. Trunk full of bang, holding ABN gang. Screwed Up Click, I'ma let the world know. Before it's all over, we gon' make the world Slow. You can find me in the hood, swanging In the drop. Trunk popped up, now I'm hitting Back to top. Locs on my face and my grill so clean. 30 grand talk, boppers hopping on my team. Moving so slow, banging my screw. Moving so slow, banging my screw. Moving so slow, banging my screw. Hop out on the block, still hollering, "What it Do?" '65 Impala, Chevy SS. The top disappear, see the clear VVS. I guess you know the name, ain't even gotta Say it. When I say it's going down, SK Start spraying. Block ENT and ABN, niggas in charge. Everybody mugging, nigga face stiff as starch. I'ma let you pull your card, but watch how Quick I pull it. Hey, fuck a semi-auto, My niggas pack bullets. We bullies on the block, the hustle don't stop. It's eat what you kill, that's the motto off Top. Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town. Tell 'em this the shakedown, lay face down. Me and my nigga Trae getting cake now. Split it down the middle, 50/50, that's the Breakdown. Baby, keep your face down and don't talk Back. You can find me in the hood, nigga Distributing packs. You can find me in the hood, swanging in The drop. Trunk popped up, now I'm hitting back To top. Locs on my face and my grill So clean. 30 grand talk, boppers hopping on my Team. Moving so slow, banging my screw. Moving so slow, banging my screw. Moving so slow, banging my screw. Hop out on the block, still hollering, "What it Do?" Hop out on the block like I'm still Hitting stains. Platinum in the hood, So they tend to know my name. Yellow VS1s got me switching up the game. Light hop, fly top, dropping like the rain. Always talk dime, Trae never get mad. Niggas old school, still jacking my swag. I'm a certified player since the day of my Birth. Grab a couple mil and I can show You what I'm worth. Sitting so low every time I come down. Trunk just popped, So I'm showing my surround. 84s got me tipping so low to the ground. Still hitting licks, moving off the Greyhound. Watching for the laws, I ain't fucking with the Time. Bitch, I'm in my prime, ain't no stopping My shine. I advise that they leave the truth To the throne. If you say I ain't the Realest, hey, bitch, it did wrong. You can find me in the hood, swanging in The drop. Trunk popped up, now I'm hitting back To top. Locs on my face and my grill So clean. 30 grand talk, boppers hopping on my Team. Moving so slow, banging my screw. Moving so slow, banging my screw. Moving so slow, banging my screw. Hop out on the block, still hollering, "What it Do?"