Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Same Hood , by - Only The Family. Release date: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Same Hood |
| No snake can snake me |
| It’s like I lived this life before |
| Like I seen this shit happen |
| We ain’t got the same blood |
| We just brothers from the mud |
| Grew up in the same hood |
| And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can’t judge |
| We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh |
| I’m just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop |
| How you say you love me? |
| You my brother, but gave my name up |
| You must be crazy thinkin' I changed up |
| I’d do anything, plus give my fame up |
| You know I’d give my fame up |
| You know I will never change up |
| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck |
| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck |
| When I be gone off the ecstasy |
| Shorty, she gon' get the best of me (Let's get it) |
| And she know I be with killers |
| Her family is not accepting me (My gang, gang) |
| I nutted all in her and left, I told her I got a vasectomy (Yeah) |
| While them niggas get to at-ing me |
| Said they catchin' me, they stretchin' me (Grrrah) |
| Warnin' me, watchin' my back |
| They know I be gone off the medicine (Gang, gang) |
| My cousin had died on the cam |
| The police got footage and edit it (Big facts) |
| On God, I can’t get shit snatched |
| Can’t leave, I need that, give it back |
| Fuck shot, I need you kidnapped |
| Surprise, that Glock come gift-wrapped |
| I tatted all my dead homies in my skin (My skin, yeah, yeah) |
| Told them crackers on them B Airways they need yo' pen (Yeah, yeah) |
| Gulp a cup of my lean to wash off my sins (On God) |
| Made my tri-state hoes buy me all my Timbs |
| We ain’t got the same blood |
| We just brothers from the mud |
| Grew up in the same hood |
| And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can’t judge |
| We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh |
| I’m just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop |
| How you say you love me? |
| You my brother, but gave my name up |
| You must be crazy thinkin' I changed up |
| I’d do anything, plus give my fame up |
| You know I’d give my fame up |
| You know I will never change up |
| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck |
| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck |
| Yo homie said they on me, I be with killas and parolees |
| The niggas police, I know they name-drop |
| You be rappin' 'bout that trap, but you ain’t never sold nothin' |
| I hold a grudge back in '09, you ain’t let me hold nothin' |
| You cheat on me, I swear I’ll beat you like you stole somethin' |
| Pillow talkin' to these hoes, yeah, you cold-blooded |
| How you follow me on the 'Gram and you don’t like pics? |
| I fucked a bitch, she like her girl, she don’t like dick |
| Cum on my nice sheets, they don’t like this |
| Bad bitch a Pisces, I keep a nightstick |
| I swear I’m at my nicest, been through my crisis |
| We not to be played with, they on that night shift |
| Niggas tryna stick me up like I ain’t never showed no love |
| That petty shit let go, I told you I ain’t got no grudge |
| I don’t give no fuck, addicted to these drugs |
| When I was down and gone, them niggas ain’t send me nothin' |
| See red, I ain’t fuckin' with 'Tussin, bite down, I’m bustin' |
| Shoot first, you clutch, you mad I pressed yo' button |
| You know we read yo' mind, my niggas ain’t duckin' |
| You know you play with mine, ain’t no discussion |
| We ain’t got the same blood |
| We just brothers from the mud |
| Grew up in the same hood |
| And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can’t judge |
| We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh |
| I’m just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop |
| How you say you love me? |
| You my brother, but gave my name up |
| You must be crazy thinkin' I changed up |
| I’d do anything, plus give my fame up |
| You know I’d give my fame up |
| You know I will never change up |
| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck |
| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck |