Yo, I'm finsta tell you how it it is in the hood
See cause in the hood everybody's a target
Nah it ain't like that
Imma tell you the real deal what it goes on in the hood
See in the hood most of us won't reach the age of 21
Happy birthday homie
For me? Yeah
Happy birthday homeboy
For me? Yeah
Make a wish
Since I was 14
All I wanted to be was 19
5 Years later I made it congratulations
Too bad the homies ain't here to celebrate it with me
Free the guys and Rest In Peace
2 Years later 21
I close my eyes I still can't sleep
Remember posted on the M
7 Days up out the week
I can't work this 9 to 5 no more this shit is really weak
Gotta find a better way for us to make it out the streets
They gon' have to look back one day
And say Frost Gang made history
We gon' accomplish every goal that we make
And we gon demolish anybody who tries standing in our way
We gon' run it up like 5 ways
7 Days out the week we don't sleep gotta get paid
Staying focused on the mission
So if it ain't about the chicken
You could get up out my face
I been grinding tryna stay on the right path
On a money mission focused on the cash
But demons follow you from your past
Every birthday thought my last birthday would be my last
Gotta stack stay low remain humble
Cause you might have the ball and you could fumble
Niggas don't wanna rumble
Them young boys let them guns blow
Man down man down
They got choppers in the air
They got choppers on the ground
Shh don't make a sound
Ain't talking DC Young Fly
When I say niggas wildin' out
Y'all do it for the clout
I do it for my fam
I was 10 years old selling skittles M&Ms
Chasing paper what I'm bout
That's just who I am
Imma mother f*cking multi million dollar man
I can't stop gotta keep going
Wanna cop a bust down rose gold
Don't put your faith in people they gon' fold
You gotta go get it on your own
I been grinding tryna stay on the right path
On a money mission focused on the cash
But demons follow you from your past
Every birthday thought my last birthday would be my last
Gotta stack stay low remain humble
Cause you might have the ball and you could fumble
Niggas don't wanna rumble
Them young boys let them guns blow
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Yo, I'm finsta tell you how it it is in the hood
See cause in the hood everybody's a target
Nah it ain't like that
Imma tell you the real deal what it goes on in the hood
See in the hood most of us won't reach the age of 21
Happy birthday homie
For me? Yeah
Happy birthday homeboy
For me? Yeah
Make a wish
Since I was 14
All I wanted to be was 19
5 Years later I made it congratulations
Too bad the homies ain't here to celebrate it with me
Free the guys and Rest In Peace
2 Years later 21
I close my eyes I still can't sleep
Remember posted on the M
7 Days up out the week
I can't work this 9 to 5 no more this shit is really weak
Gotta find a better way for us to make it out the streets
They gon' have to look back one day
And say Frost Gang made history
We gon' accomplish every goal that we make
And we gon demolish anybody who tries standing in our way
We gon' run it up like 5 ways
7 Days out the week we don't sleep gotta get paid
Staying focused on the mission
So if it ain't about the chicken
You could get up out my face
I been grinding tryna stay on the right path
On a money mission focused on the cash
But demons follow you from your past
Every birthday thought my last birthday would be my last
Gotta stack stay low remain humble
Cause you might have the ball and you could fumble
Niggas don't wanna rumble
Them young boys let them guns blow
Man down man down
They got choppers in the air
They got choppers on the ground
Shh don't make a sound
Ain't talking DC Young Fly
When I say niggas wildin' out
Y'all do it for the clout
I do it for my fam
I was 10 years old selling skittles M&Ms
Chasing paper what I'm bout
That's just who I am
Imma mother f*cking multi million dollar man
I can't stop gotta keep going
Wanna cop a bust down rose gold
Don't put your faith in people they gon' fold
You gotta go get it on your own
I been grinding tryna stay on the right path
On a money mission focused on the cash
But demons follow you from your past
Every birthday thought my last birthday would be my last
Gotta stack stay low remain humble
Cause you might have the ball and you could fumble
Niggas don't wanna rumble
Them young boys let them guns blow
See cause in the hood everybody's a target
Nah it ain't like that
Imma tell you the real deal what it goes on in the hood
See in the hood most of us won't reach the age of 21
Happy birthday homie
For me? Yeah
Happy birthday homeboy
For me? Yeah
Make a wish
Since I was 14
All I wanted to be was 19
5 Years later I made it congratulations
Too bad the homies ain't here to celebrate it with me
Free the guys and Rest In Peace
2 Years later 21
I close my eyes I still can't sleep
Remember posted on the M
7 Days up out the week
I can't work this 9 to 5 no more this shit is really weak
Gotta find a better way for us to make it out the streets
They gon' have to look back one day
And say Frost Gang made history
We gon' accomplish every goal that we make
And we gon demolish anybody who tries standing in our way
We gon' run it up like 5 ways
7 Days out the week we don't sleep gotta get paid
Staying focused on the mission
So if it ain't about the chicken
You could get up out my face
I been grinding tryna stay on the right path
On a money mission focused on the cash
But demons follow you from your past
Every birthday thought my last birthday would be my last
Gotta stack stay low remain humble
Cause you might have the ball and you could fumble
Niggas don't wanna rumble
Them young boys let them guns blow
Man down man down
They got choppers in the air
They got choppers on the ground
Shh don't make a sound
Ain't talking DC Young Fly
When I say niggas wildin' out
Y'all do it for the clout
I do it for my fam
I was 10 years old selling skittles M&Ms
Chasing paper what I'm bout
That's just who I am
Imma mother f*cking multi million dollar man
I can't stop gotta keep going
Wanna cop a bust down rose gold
Don't put your faith in people they gon' fold
You gotta go get it on your own
I been grinding tryna stay on the right path
On a money mission focused on the cash
But demons follow you from your past
Every birthday thought my last birthday would be my last
Gotta stack stay low remain humble
Cause you might have the ball and you could fumble
Niggas don't wanna rumble
Them young boys let them guns blow
Writer: Nile Bowe
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