| I’m just starring in the palm of my hand
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| Thinking should I pop this perc even though it might kill me
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| If you got PTSD you feel me
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| Dead or in jail you will be
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| What the cop told to the lil me
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| Fast forward time now literally
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| If I got on tour make a mill at least
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| Mom didn’t have much we ain’t really eat
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| Therefore I was always in the streets
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| You didn’t heal anything in no tweets
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| That’s cuz It was some real beef
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| Everyday a shoot out for four week
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| Four 30 clips we four deep
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| Can’t hug the block cuz we riding with glocks
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| So you already know
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| Man since I got rich all the people in my life depend on me
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| So you know I gotta smoke weed
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| Quick gang bang got more cheese
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| I don’t know nobody he know me
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| And you know we shinin
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| Everybody with me got a rolley
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| Nigga reach you know we smashing
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| Security freak like roady
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| And I miss my brody
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| Slack a stick in my fourty
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| Still exotic smoking
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| Got Vlive from OD
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| Spending hood bibles
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| When niggas that bump son go pick it up
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| Yeah, that’s the hood cycle
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| So I’m tryna go find
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| I ain’t got no opps or no little rivals
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| That’s the hood cycle
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| When you ain’t got no money everybody in the hood like you
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| When you start making some money everybody in the hood get excited too
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| Ain’t nobody did nothing for me and then looking like damn who invited you
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| When you can’t give em nothing that’s when they start to feel something
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| Gimme some space I don’t trust nobody don’t make me kill something
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| And they all love you
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| At these show when I was broke I didn’t see all of you
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| Not a call from you
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| Moved out grandmas crib
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| Right in front we used to get in shootouts
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| I was just a kid
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| Shoulda got some money bought you a house
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| Now you dead, I regret all the time I spent without you
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| I was deep in the streets
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| Tryna kick it tryna bond who out
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| The foolish things I did
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| Sorry for how I lived
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| My momma lost without you
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| She ain’t gotta tell me I look in her eyes and see it
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| Walking in the house my eyes was red
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| They was talking inside my head
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| Glock was out of lead
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| So evidently I had to spread
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| When God got me out of bed
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| Let me hop right out on my leg
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| Oh I know what you said
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| You must want me to go chase the bread
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| Niggas talking about what you had
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| I thought you was the man
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| Said that hoe gave you some head blood
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| We on that shit in my bed
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| I’m just tryna come in the house and fuck
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| I don’t wanna come in no house and fuss
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| Girl you don’t gotta get loud and cuss
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| Go on and put on that blouse I love
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| Let me get it from the back or something
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| Fuck it imma put you on the couch now what
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| I done fell in love
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| For the month
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| Now we in the club
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| All these diamonds uhhh
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| She got a fat ass climbing the pole
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| She looking like a monkey
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| Just to walk in this bitch they gave me some rolls
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| Why don’t I throw some money
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| Picking ones up off the floor
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| Charlamage you fucking donkey
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| White teacher at school told me I was a flunky
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| Cuz I was a fucking junkie
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| And I admit coulda wrecked the whip
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| Fell asleep I’m lucky
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| Had I listened to him
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| Coulda fell victim to the streets I’m lucky
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| Now I ride past in the Benz like you fucking honky |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hood Cycle, artist - G Herbo. Album song Still Swervin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп