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Terrace Martin - Neighborhood (feat. Kent Jamz & Nick Grant) lyrics

Artist: Terrace Martin

album: Village Days


Lately, I've been saving more money, yeah
I know snitches get stitches, yeah
See, I've been in the ghetto
And if you know me, I'm gon' get it, yeah
Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh)
Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh-huh)
Nothin' like a new day, in a new world
Nothin' like a new day, in a new world (feelin' like a new world, baby)
Ayy, where you from, fool?
This ain't the neighborhood that you come to
Tell me whatcha bangin' homie, red or blue?
If we decide to off him
Homicide comin' ain't nobody talkin'
Plead The Fifth Amendment, everybody walkin'
That's how it all goes when the dice roll out
And the elements test what you all about
Another life gone as the world goes 'round
I know it's so cold, all these lost souls
Lately, I've been saving more money, yeah
I know snitches get stitches, yeah
See, I've been in the ghetto
And if you know me, I'm gon' get it, yeah
Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh)
Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh-huh)
Nothin' like a new day, in a new world
Nothin' like a new day, in a new world (feelin' like a new world, baby)
Uh, I'm from where cops roll around
Gunshots, it ain't no warnings
The ones that say they love you to death, be plotting on you
Niggas get football numbers for playin' the corner
Home invasion, yeah, they all in yo crib like they Willona
Penny for thoughts nigga get lost
Shootin' like when white folks do crime, the wigga be off
God help us 'cause even the minister sinister dark
Yeah, you smilin' but your energy speaking grimish remarks
This is art
Our heroes become murals
Crackers, they make examples out the nigga in the struggle
Who let fiends get a sample
Yeah, the kid that's tired of pulling dirty clothes off the hamper
That his brother handed to him
'Cause his mother never had it, yeah
His father was an addict
Granny had to pick up the slack
'Cause she knows what truly matters to him
I'm grateful for that influence, uh
Bible on the dash, Jesus take the wheel
Steer me from my past
My dreams never belly up
I'm hype behind the cam
Don't ever throw the baby out with the diaper bag
Lately, I've been saving more money, yeah
I know snitches get stitches, yeah
See, I've been in the ghetto
And if you know me, I'm gon' get it, yeah
Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh)
Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh huh)
Nothin' like a new day, in a new world
Nothin' like a new day, in a new world (feelin' like a new world, baby)

The rat race
The paper chase
The unending maze seems to fade around the days
That some call holy
But even that can cause other wise men
To argue mangers and halos with karma and rainbows
And turned the only time earth agrees on family
In to some form of Greek tragedy
The way I see it
We can call these, village days
Where regardless of the reason
We get to see some of the loved ones we missed
During the run and the rip of life
Let's count our blessings, right?
And make ways for the days of the village

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