Hood Story

Jumped off the porch as a jit it was bologna and grits

Now it's cash, when I talk, and I don't listen to shit

You can't play me like a pussy, I ain't never been dissed

I done found my own lane and dropped a brick on my wrist

I got a story to tell, I'm a legend with this

2fifty2, I stomp the yard, won't catch me slippin' like Chris

Body bag every beat, that shit ain't nothin' to me

If a nigga talkin' beef, then it's just money to me

I really got it out the mud, now I put that in my drink