Hoodlum Lyrics

I'm a white boy on a Islam block Connecting the dots, shotting off rocks

Dream chasing 23, I'm taking a lot To see it all through, and die a happy ending

In this risk that I'm suspending No need for this hoodlum life I'm living

Always worrying people around me I don't know how they come close

It tells me to do the opportunities before they close

Guess that's how I've became bold and old Write these bars down that I've told myself

Control myself, reminiscing on them times I should've told myself

Something new, something to prove in this life That I choose, remedies are used

For the state of my mind Instead of telling myself I wanna die

At least I wanna die trying for this rap If that means wearing a mask

It's like Mask on or mask off when it's time to shot Or time to graft, pass the stick man I'll let it go blah blah blah

Time to stack the racks so I know I'm ready for this rap

Yo, it's a hoodlum trait, it's a life Don't wanna fight, just wanna know that I'm

set for life Wanna be soon and later, gotta grab the paper

Because I know I'm not getting any older by the day

Haters will always hate, it's a way they express their way

The sun will shine on me, but will rain on them

See in this lifestyle you need no friends It feels like I'm giving up on the gang and endz

But gotta do it for the fam, gotta keep my head up and not down

It's the way I rep myself around I was born in the struggle and not raised

by the rich You ever heard the saying life's a bitch

I've got a heart of gold but my feelings is different I just gotta stay persistent

If I wanna make an entrance in the rap scene Not the crack scene, I'm not chasing fiends

I'm just chasing gold Yo, the world is yours, feed the poor

All these rappers are immature, all childish Fuckers looking for public handouts

That's the way a standout, got no time to bring the gang out

Fighting over colours and postcodes I mean that was me a few years ago

But that shit's for dumb motherfuckers I try to say as much as I can to spark the brand

Man I ain't no Tupac but I know how to pack shit back to the rack

It's a cap, don't sweat it dad Now we lifting it back, time to press on the

strap Fuck the feds, fuck the snakes and the haters

and that Yo I'm the realist in the northeast and I

really spit my raps