Hoods Hottest, Pt. 2
(Intro)
Believe out here
Believe Ahh yeah
Cold out here
One in the head
Down on your luck
Get up
Huhh
To that trap
I gotta get out
(Verse 1)
I gotta get up and out
My vision kinda different now
This a different type of system
Do you get me now
Listen close to the voice that speaks
Cah if you miss this
I ain't obliged to repeat
He meant to be a killer
How he get cold feet
He meant to be a shooter
How he don’t know this machine
To the streets that’s funny
To me that’s blasphemy
Cah really in the streets
Ma niggas will blast for me
From a young juvenile
Thought to move in silence
Hop the fence get away from the tridents
Get the phone call yes we on time king
Get the phone call yes we on time king
(Chrous)
So hard to believe out here
So hard to believe ahh yeah
They never knew it’s cold out here
Put trust in god and one in the head
Don’t trip up you’ll be down on your luck
And you won’t be able to get up
Boys in blue always love to find clues
So don’t fall into that trap
I gotta get out
(Verse 2)
I was slipping falling
But I had to get up
I ain’t nothing like them
And they ain’t nothing like me
Don’t forget
There’s levels to this shit ma gee
On the back of the roads
Knee-deep in streets
Vroom skrr beep beep
Who’s looking for the gees
If you’re not the Police
Don’t do that ma gee
Respect yourself or get disrespected quick
Lace-up your boots up and hit the pitch
(Chrous)
So hard to believe out here
So hard to believe Ahh yeah
They never knew it’s cold out here
Put trust in god and one in the head
Don’t trip up you’ll be down on your luck
And you won’t be able to get up
Boys in blue always love to find clues
So don’t fall into that trap
I gotta get out
(Verse 3)
It’s so hard to believe
Now I’m living my Dream
I was young sixteen
2 on 2 to the feens
With the flicky in ma cheeks
Few racks in thee jeans
Don’t come in a white tee
We red it up quick
Step correct when you step on my pitch
Or you can fall into the trap
You might not make it back
I rather make it slap grr bah
I rather make it slap grr bah