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In da hood you got two options da paper route or da stable route

So you like fast money or you wanna set amount

Niggas ain ready for da streets you gotta prep em now

Some get trapped in forget da goal to make it

Soon as I tapped in Niggas got to tappin out

Referee to da streets I ah hate to have to flag em down

Graduated from da trenches you kno I got my cap and gown

Did what we had to do was trappin out my momma house

You gone take shortcuts or da long road

I'm jus young a nigga wit a old soul

Shooters like a stripper jus puttin new bodies on a old pole

She done fucked a 100 niggas call it soul searchin

And I really feel da sickest when da bros hurtin

Dare da opps to do a show it's gone be closed curtains

You closed minded runnin round hea wit no purpose

In da hood you got two options da paper route or da stable route

So you like fast money or you wanna set amount

Niggas ain ready for da streets you gotta prep em now

Some get trapped in forget da goal to make it

Soon as I tapped in Niggas got to tappin out

Referee to da streets I ah hate to have to flag em down

Graduated from da trenches you kno I got my cap and gown

Did what we had to do was trappin out my momma house

If they ain't wanna spin then it's fuck em

We been knee deep in these streets and we been thuggin

I remember days member days we ain have nothin

If they wasn't showin love then don't show no love now

Me and Ric been locked in since we got locked out

Told my youngin hop in all he kno is hop out

Niggas say that onnat but they don't never pop out alright

Hell yea we had a hard life

I member trappin on king street we was up all night

I ain gone lie I told my momma it's gone be alright

But if I ever see them niggas that shit gone be on sight

In da hood you got two options da paper route or da stable route

So you like fast money or you wanna set amount

Niggas ain ready for da streets you gotta prep em now

Some get trapped in forget da goal to make it

Soon as I tapped in Niggas got to tappin out

Referee to da streets I ah hate to have to flag em down

Graduated from da trenches you kno I got my cap and gown

Did what we had to do was trappin out my momma house