Hood Cycle

Uh
I call it heart music
No, not H-A-R-D, H-E-A-R-T
Heartfelt shit, you know?
Yeah, um
You know, we go through painful shit with painkillers 'cause we soldiers ourselves

I'm just standin' up on my head
Thinkin, "Should I pop this Perc?"
"No, it might kill me"
If you got PTSD, you feel me
Dead or in jail, you will be
What the cop told to the little me
Fast-forward time, not literally
If I go on tour, I'll make a mill' at least
Ma didn't have much, we didn't really eat
Therefore, I was always in the streets
You didn't hear enemies with no tweets
That's 'cause it was some real beef
E'ryday a shootout for four weeks
Four thirty clips, we four deep
Can't hug the block 'cause we ride with Glocks
So you already know this is real beef
Yeah, since I got rich all these people in my life depend on me
So you know I gotta smoke weed
Quit gangbangin', got more cheese
I don't know buddy, he know me
And you know we shinin'
Everybody with me got a Rolly (Uh)
Nigga rich, you know he smashin' (Uh)
Security freak like roadie
And I miss my brodie (Uh)
Slap stickin' my forty (Uh)
Still exotic smokin' (Uh)
Got something that I owed him (Uh)
Spit hood bibles
For niggas that get bumped, sons go pick it up
That's the hood cycle (Uh)
So I'm tryna go flyin', ain't got no opps
I don't want no lil' rivals
That's the hood cycle
When you ain't got no money
Everybody in the hood like you
When you start makin' some money
Everybody in the hood get excited, too
But ain't nobody did nothin' for you
Now they lookin' like, "Damn, who invited you?"
When you can't give 'em nothin'
That's when they start to feel somethin' (Uh-uh)
Gimme some space, I don't trust nobody
Gon' make me kill somethin'
And they all love me
Deep at shows when I was this broke nigga
I ain't seen all of you
Not a call from you
Moved out grandma crib
Right out front used to get in shootouts
I was just a kid
Shoulda got some money, bought you a house
And now you dead, I regret all the time I spent without
I was deep in the streets
Jack that kid, tryna ball, who out?
Foolish things I did
Sorry for how I lived
My mama lost without you, she ain't gotta tell me
I look in her eyes and see it
Walkin' in my house, my eyes was red
Demons talkin' inside my head
Glock was out of lead (Uh)
So evidently I had to spread
When God got me out of bed (Uh)
Let me hop out right on my leg
Oh, I know what you sayin'
You must want me to go chase some bread
Nigga, talkin' 'bout what you hear
I thought you was the man (Was)
Sayin' that ho gave you some head (Blood)
Where all that shit in my bed? (Cuz)
I'm just tryin' to come in the house and fuck
I don't wanna come in no house and fuss
Girl, why you gotta get loud and cuss?
Gon' head, pull that blouse all up
Let me get it from the back or somethin'
Fuck it, gonna put you on the couch, now what? (What?)
I done fell in love (Uh)
For the month
Now we in the club
All these diamonds on
She got a fat ass, climbin' the pole
She lookin' like a muh'
Just to walk up in this bitch that gave me some rolls
Why don't I throw some money?
You gettin' ones back up off the floor
Charlamagne, you fuckin' donkey
White teacher at school caught me as a flunkie
'Cause I was a fuckin' junkie
And I admit it, coulda wrecked the whip
I fell asleep, I'm lucky
Had I listened to him
'Coulda fell a victim to the streets, I'm lucky
Now I ride past in a Bent like, "You fuckin' honky"