Lyrics Hood Politics - ABRA CADABRA

Hood Politics

This world, in this world
Back out your gun, don’t stall
This world, in this world
Back out your gun, don’t stall
I been locking down knots on my way to get the food
When it comes to the beef, yeah mi dun talkin'
Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
I could never be a gem, I been around from then, I swear
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
I’ve come a long way from a pushbike
Blacked out hoodie, I’m a hood guy (Brixton)
Gas Gang, I was like Suge Knight (Gas)
Now I live it up, every month, book flights
I don’t wanna be broke so I work hard
Real game, you could tell by my war scars
Oh lord, thank God that I got far (God)
Couple of my real niggas in the graveyard
Fam, I never gave a fuck from a young buck
Hard tops, I was rolling, two guns up
Shit’s changed, I don’t really wanna bust shots (bust)
Money got me acting calm, man’s gwopped up (gwop)
That’s right fam I started with a pound, then I made a bill
Started on the block, now I’m living in the hills
Started on pushbikes, now it’s chrome wheels
Fam I started from the bottom I was really in the field (that's right)
Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
I could never be a gem, I been about from then, I swear
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
Still up in my hood, my bro say it ain’t healthy
Nigga, I ain’t rich, I ain’t wealthy
Even if I was rich, this the hood that birthed me
Course leaving all this behind would burn me
Sometimes I do love the action
Push my bloodclart rams in a pagan acting
Movies, doors getting slapped in
Rob man’s cousins and uncles, they know that I planned this
If it’s war, then it’s war
Back out your gun, don’t stall
I been locking down knots on my way to get the food
When it comes to the beef, yeah mi dun talkin'
Boy raised on the North side
Yeah he need to hit the niggas with a clothesline
My bros got my back in the hood man
Yeah I’m certi in my hood
Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
I could never be a gem, I been around from then, I swear
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
Send a message to these pricks, I’m coming
Keep running, don’t lack, oi Sneaks, touch a button
Abz coming, niggas better start running
Used to run up in your trap like «Boss, gimme something»
Gimme something, are you buzzing on the tucking
I remember them days man were shelling down shows
I remember them days I was broke
I remember them days for my Gs, free Smoke
Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
I could never be a gem, I been around from then, I swear
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood
I could never be a gem, I been around from then, I swear
Yeah, I’m certi in my hood