Nigga From The Hood Lyrics

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game

Cause a nigga from the hood did a little something good

Now they all wanna jock my fame

When I'm coming down in my foreign

& I'm rolling one deep that should tell you bout me

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more

A lot of setbacks keep coming my way

But they ain't stopping nothin'

They asking where the album at & why I ain't been dropping nothin'

Cause this is real life & you don't live twice

& I don't like to force shit I do it when it feel right

& I don't feel shit

Well honestly a lot of shit that I be seeing in the game make me feel sick

The bullshit I would rather not deal with

I pop a chill pill & roll up a chill stick

I'm cruising down 2-40 with me a chill bitch

& It ain't bout a dollar bill when I say I feel rich

I'm rich in spirit my currency is realness

Niggas ain't even working no more

They'd rather steal shit

I'm sipping on some medication

You see me levitating

I send a fuck you to you & whoever hating

The dreamteam coming soon for whoever waiting

I walk with God but I can feel the devil waiting

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game

Cause a nigga from the hood did a little something good

Now they all wanna jock my fame

When I'm coming down in my foreign

& I'm rolling one deep that should tell you bout me

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more

I ain't got no time to waste

I pour a line & pray

This drank feel like I'm flying in space

I get high any time & place

Get to slurring my words they tryna figure what I'm tryna say

Wish I could buy the recipe for success

So many people trying to make it why would God pick me to be next

I feel my heart beat in my chest that mean that I'm blessed

I feel sorry for anybody don't believe in me yet

That's why I walk down my own path

Didn't even tell my own folks about my dreams

Cause I figured they was gone laugh

Picture me up in a old Jag

Top down pretty hoes trying to jump in when I roll past

I don't be seeing too much passionate shit

The rap game turned to fashion & drip

As far as memphis it be hella niggas rapping & shit

But I can't name seven niggas who can actually spit

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game

Cause a nigga from the hood did a little something good

Now they all wanna jock my fame

When I'm coming down in my foreign

& I'm rolling one deep that should tell you bout me

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more