Hood Diaries Lyrics

Glizzy nigga

Look

Diary of a soldier young nigga got broken dreams

Born and rise in the city where they killed Martin Luther king

Only 15, lost all his guys now he toting 16's

Nighttime that shit gets to him, tears run down his face in streams

Ina mirror, there's no reflection, there goes his self esteem

Achieve his dreams, but he gone focus when he ain't got shit to eat

You can be whatever you want, but all he ever seen was feens

The blood of murder stains his mind, that same blood stains the streets

It all started when two different blocks got wrapped up in some beef

He don't bang, but he when goes outside his in the devils reach

No TLC, Glock with a red light special make niggas tend to creep

Kick door, where the stash or get identified by your teeth

This where we get divided, some niggas say R.I.P

Some wanna be free and we ain't tryna to keep the peace

In these streets it's do or die, I rather it be you then me

Lonely child, no father, the nigga we looked up to is Meech

A lot of niggas out here putting out a image

That's gangster but don't understand what comes with that

If you from where we're from

You understand the real ones don't want to live like this

Look

On this side we gotta make it through the year, not just the summer

Get caught lacking you'll get left dripped or drowned by a gunna

Cocaine cowboy, feens running back by the hundreds

Hit the gang with a rico and testify for your honor

Streets more bout making money than being loyal with honor

Co defendant making statements and lawyers is tryna charge you

Damn one out of a thousand stories inside my city

You sell dope, kick doors, become feens Bobby and Whitney

Feels like it's only two options get rich or die just like 50

Realistically, most of us will probably be dead by 20

Niggas taking the lead role to shoot, could've won a Emmy

Run as fast as you want, they'll still hit you like Ricky

They do it all for money, what you think they'll do envy

Goal is rags to riches, having plenty not pinching pennies

Damn

I can feel it in the air we living with no virtue

Niggas tend to numb the pain sipping on some purple

Nine times out of ten you back door by your circle

You live by the gun, you die by it comes full circle

Then end up get buried by the one that birth you

Only on a shirt a nigga can live eternal

The following may not be my story

But it's still a true story

Hood Diaries