Hood

They're gliding, they're riding, them bruddas outside in the hood

See an enemy in the street, they pull up on a man like, yo, what's good

I'm gliding, I'm writing, I'm inside, I'm trying to be good

Put my blood and tears into this, can't let any man just draw my blood

They're gliding, they're riding, them bruddas outside on the street

I grew up with most of these man, but it's been a long time since primary

Well, from what I can see, it looks like one big lie to me

Man said, I'm living my life, my G,

I heard, bro, pray don't cry for me

Cause the end's coming like one bad parent, it never loved us

It just forced us to grow up in this bad environment, that's why we're all messed up