Very Unknown - Back In The Hood Lyrics

Have you ever felt lost, and been lonely
As though you've lost your way
Have you ever felt lost, and been lonely
As though you've lost your way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back in the hood, but I'm tryin' to let go
Of my old selfish ways, it ain't healthy for my soul
Smokin' woods every day, just so I don't lose control
Man, these niggas act so shown, until they get put on a post
Back in the hood, but I'm tryin' to let go
Of my old selfish ways, it ain't healthy for my soul
Smokin' woods every day, just so I don't lose control
Man, these niggas act so shown, until they get put on a post
Man, what you know, we be gettin' money, that's how it's supposed to be
Cannot worry about your plate bein' full, you're supposed to eat
I told my niggas cut the line, he don't do no coke for me
So if you cross, I hope you see that Heaven Gate's not Satan Street
Bitch, I made here to be the best, the best you hate to see
Smokin' different strains, different names, man, from A to Z
But I love the Z to A, get a puff of it every day
But maybe I should stop, cause in reality only leads the way to
Back in the hood, but I'm tryin' to let go
Of my old selfish ways, it ain't healthy for my soul
Smokin' woods every day, just so I don't lose control
Man, these niggas act so shown, until they get put on a post
Back in the hood, but I'm tryin' to let go
Of my old selfish ways, it ain't healthy for my soul
Smokin' woods every day, just so I don't lose control
Man, these niggas act so shown, until they get put on a post
Okay, made it out the hood, still puffin' on this wood
Can't take the hood out of me, don't get it misunderstood
F*ck around and end up dead, and now we leavin' people shook
And they wanna hang with me, yeah, they hangin' like a hook
Okay, run up the money and run up the play
Spinnin' so fye, think the mic is on flames
Everyone starin', yeah, what did I say
Everyone talk, but they still got my name
Shoot for the three and I'm ballin' like James
Slam dunk shot, I don't gotta aim
Pussy be thinkin' they could grip the K
Smokin' these opps, put the ash on the tray
Back in my hood where I grew up as a jit
But I never been down enough to hit a f*ckin' lick
Told that hoe she was good when I was all up in that shit
But I'm here to be a star, if you want, let's take a pic
Yeah, back in the hood where I used to blow my smoke
I was broke and a jit, so they saw me as a joke
Had no cash, so I did some things that shouldn't have provoked
I learned my lesson, ask no questions
I can say I have awoke, yeah
Back in the hood where I used to blow my steam
I don't give no f*ckin' f*cks, I bring that choppa with that beam
Uh, everybody talk to me because they is some fiends
Uh, smokin' on that Zaza
Perk-a-henny, what you mean
Uh, why the f*ck you still broke
Why the f*ck you want smoke
Do you not know
I be catchin' these souls
Take em' life by life, I'm breakin' they skulls
Break that shit on the floor
That's the way that I go
That's all I know
I'm bout to go rogue
Better get your ass back or take your ass home