GOD'S HOOD (Radio Edit) ft. Nathan Mckenna, J. CHEF & SHADWYCK EST Lyrics

A tale known as old as time

Silly white boy thinks he's busting rhymes

He leaped far from beyond the grove

But everything was just escapism, free his mind

A tale known as old as mine

Silly white Cartiers with rim designs

We freaked out in the rental stove

A couple months I'll be in Guatemala serving time

I'm ten percent lucky

Ten percent junky

Ten percent awake with the cruise control bussin'

I ain't never frontin'

I just want the lovin'

Pull up to the function told the world to go fuck 'em

Didn't mean to dunk on them, I just blow the trumpet

I just rolled a wood and the hood gon' love it

Going by the book and the fools don't trust it

Only spoke the truth in the booth, 0 nothing

Yeah, I'm ten percent lucky

Ten percent junky

Ten percent awake with the cruise control bussin'

I ain't never frontin'

I just want the lovin'

Pulled up to the function told the world to go fuck em

I didn't mean to dunk on them, I just blow the trumpet

I just rolled a wood and the hood gon' love it

Going by the book and the fools don't trust it

Only spoke the truth in the booth, 0 nothing

Had a motherfucker say Chef ain't doing it right

Hiding undercover a hero hidden in plain sight

Bitches talking shit building up my fucking spite

I gotta spark this up, ay, you got my light

Bitch gone

I get on

I get done

I get done

I get dubs

I get dubs

I get on

I get on

Posin' for the photo on my Motorola

Rollers bout to fall off the Corolla

Cause hold up, I'm up and over

I'm the owner, high roller

We roll up

Weight of the world on my shoulders

Keep my verse in your folders

You can't buy it or own them

My purse hit thirty K, twice over and over

Play by the book and keep it a buck

Keep your guard up and not giving a fuck

Is it ever enough

Open up your mind and start listening up

The voices that they give me soothe me when I fall asleep

I tied a noose around my neck to keep them in the sheets

I caught a redneck billy body poking 'round my streets

I sent his arms up to the moon there ain't no business weeks

Pale and afraid I said he must've seen a ghost (seen a ghost)

Nobody told him that Cartiers out of vogue (out of vogue)

We might bag him just depends on his type of clothes (type of clothes)

Me and the demons out in Flint will raise a toast (raise a toast)

All I do is take fucking Ws

Riding in with my fucking crew

One twenty average all on that fucking cruise

So bored drive fast ain't nothing else to do

You can tell me the truth, make sure it ain't a mistake

I'ma be eating good with steak up all on my plate

Regardless if these women they said they wanna flake

They gotta understand that love goes both ways