Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still In The Hood , by - Kay-oSong from the album This Sh#ts Ments, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TSM
Song language: English
Still In The Hood |
| Still in the hood, we ain’t clear though |
| I’m still here though |
| Man I’m over there and over there’s Ghost |
| Speaking from a fence line |
| Man don’t care, stop gassing 'bout your dead line |
| Like what’s a half a notes |
| You got money on the net |
| But your crep, man laugh at those |
| Took a break off rap, KO’s on the map |
| Still screaming free my guys |
| Right now it’s a ghost if I back my knife |
| Can’t walk in my shoes, they are not your size |
| Shh got wrapped up twice |
| One month in Thameside, I wrapped up rice |
| No girl to hold me down |
| AJ on the wing, when I’m rolling round |
| Wherever I am, I hold this crown |
| More than 10 years, I own this ground |
| Took a break off rap, V9's on the map |
| Well man know me, I own this sound |
| Don’t act silly, one call I get trap giddy |
| I told G-Trap to rap, he just acts iffy |
| A man got CR, shout my nigga BR |
| Fuck your gang, Imma always back Jimmy |
| On a really though |
| I do you, that’s a bird like imperial |
| Gets around like a merry-go |
| The jakes know I’m in a hole like a cheerio |
| You ain’t never been active |
| You’ve always been a actor |
| You ain’t never been a trapper |
| Can’t tell me about rapping |
| I make a nigga bag up |
| £40 a package, you ain’t never been a trap nigga |
| Tell the truth |
| I’m 24 and I ain’t made the news |
| And every time I hit the booth |
| I talk about how I whipped up food |
| I lost some grams but fuck that, I just lost my nan |
| Free the can, screaming free the can |
| Fuck cops, you wouldn’t understand |
| You’re not from the same block as man |
| (M1OnTheBeat) |
| Still in the hood like my head and neck |
| Hot step, we ain’t tecking check |
| Get it done on ped, grab a skeng and rev |
| Back then would’ve took a trek |
| You ain’t never had to deal food |
| Did a drill and move and leave no real clues |
| Two bugs up tryna spill juice |
| Still in the hood, what’s a mil views? |
| Block life |
| Ain’t whipping pots so I still gotta ask what the rocks like |
| Still gotta pass over opp sides, show them we’re not sized |
| Get bud boxes on consign |
| Flood your strip, I ain’t confined |
| Fuck the pigs, we won’t comply |
| Free my clique, they can’t stop time |
| Homerton 9, been 'em hot guys |
| Load up, let shots fly, straight out the barrel |
| Hope you get hit with these teeth, no enamel |
| 12 shells, red, green and fat like an apple |
| Free Reeks, he’s one nicked with the white like chapel |
| My dargs in the pen, no kennel |
| Lifestyle’s stressful, if they grab A it’s for trees and BE2's been nicked with |
| the green like Bethnal |
| I’m in the middle of the field, I play central |
| Wrapped in my wordplay, special |
| None of them boy there levels, this shits mental |
| My brothers tell me K roll patterned |
| Beefs on sight, these 9's ain’t for fashion |
| You’re just a actor, ain’t been 'bout action |
| Squeeze 'till it’s done, don’t ration |
| Things don’t work, they need grease like Athens |
| You ain’t your own g, you’re blaggers |
| Just following the lead of your captains |
| Life I live, shit happens, could never leave my bro just abandoned |
| Mans behind the 4×4, big wagon |
| Crash man, that’s his ting flattened |
| Free my bros in bin, we on the road still ducking CIDs |
| When it’s that time and we ride on other bits |
| With a cut or sticks, aiming to touch up skin |
| Anytime we see them guys you know whips will spin |
| M1OnTheBeat |