| Hood memories, hood memories
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| Hustling thinking 'bout them hood memories
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| Hood memories, hood memories
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| Thinking 'bout them days before I saw a ki
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| Hood memories, hood memories
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| Smoking thinking 'bout them hood memories
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| Hood memories, hood memories
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| Thinking 'bout them days before I saw a p
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| Before I saw a ki I was selling 50's
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| Selling 3 gram hundreds, man, my life addictive
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| I was 15 smoking regular weed
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| My high school days breaking down p’s
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| Ounces at my locker, I had a lot of problems
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| Losing not an option, dopeboy product
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| When I was 18 I met my migo papi
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| With all that street knowledge I walked away from college
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| Started selling collards, they come on the dolly
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| Before I was 21 I seen a million dollars
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| Ten toes down through the money problems
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| Every nigga in the hood know you’re school to got 'em
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| Wrong place, right time like I wasn’t on time
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| You know I’ll make this motherfucking microphone cry
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| Driveby’s, we got caught up in the crossfire
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| We shouldn’t have had our crazy asses outside, but fuck that
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| Lil B, he was my nigga, man
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| When he was down I got him up, vice versa
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| Nigga play with us, fuck it, we side him up
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| Even when I had nothing I just knew that I was gonna live it up
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| Running around stealing bike trucks
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| Back when mister Ross was selling dixie cups
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| Started getting my bands up
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| First time they had me in handcuffs
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| I swear to God me and oldboy held oldboy for ransome
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| Shooting ball at the park
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| No telling what goes in in the dark
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| I’m thinking I balled way from the start
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| From the niggas was all in New York, yeah
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| I went from silver watches to rocking AP’s
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| Used to watch them old G’s, now it’s on me
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| I was on E, fell off to a G
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| Used to play the candy lady, went to hide the weed
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| Hood memories, I just rapped my life
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| I know probably did a lot of shit that wasn’t right
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| That’s that hood life, ain’t no rules, no
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| At any given time a nigga’ll kick your do'
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| Rain, sleigh and snow, I had to jug through it
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| Had to count up them free bands, I put my hood through it
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| Hood memories, you gotta duck them FED’s
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| Now you see my face on the TV screen |