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See imma hood Baby yea I was down bad
Now we all good baby now we count hunnids of racks
I was the greatest before anybody knew it
Yea I say that's a fendi fact
Imma south central native
Watch me put the city on my back (yea yea)
Big steppa I feel like big meech
I was only 7 years old when I seen my first piece
My momma a single mother pops had left for the streets
And she was working so much
I ain't really get to see her till the end of the week
So I stayed at my auntie and grannies
Surrounded by women
Had no one to look up to cause I had lack of a papi
We wasn't broke but my momma was struggling
I can tell she wasn't happy
I was eight selling candy up upon my street
100, 200 a week
So she put me in sports
Cause she thought I might fiddle around wit da keys
I wasn't on that tip I just fell in love wit the profits
I was 8 years old stuffed with a Bankroll up in my pocket
Product of my environment
You ever been around bad so long that you start to admire it
I remember the fades and the dice games
They said I changed up when I got fame
Naw I just grew up and got me sum juice
I seen all my role models up in jumpsuits
They up in that prison I can't follow suit
Now look at the kids they look up to you
But I still embrace ya gotta stick my roots
See imma hood Baby yea I was down bad
Now we all good baby now we count hunnids of racks
I was the greatest before anybody knew it
Yea I say that's a fendi fact
Imma south central native
Watch me put the city on my back (yea yea)
Young dumb broken adolescent
Than I gotta step dad, that was one of my biggest blessings
He from the streets so he know about strife
Tell me like how you gon live out ya life
You cannot relate you don't know what it's like
My guys came up wrong so I got em right
Life's a gamble had to roll da dice
Diamonds shining I got frost bite
Anti social with my off-white
If he poppin it we get em on sight
Imma popular loner
Back of the class sittin' down wit my hood on
And I got sum people dat should be ballin in da league
But they wanted they put on
Like nip yea I'm tryna put da hood on
Got haters and they gon say ok
Tryna put my momma in the dolce
And I'm spitting dat gas no propane
Caught a body now they off of da codeine
They gon smoke away da pain puff mo weed
See I want mo den da streets
Mo than a whip and Rollie
Start taking rapping mo serious than I start ballin'
I'm ballin just like I'm Kobe(Rip)
Growing up I was taught super young
To never ever go talk to da police
Momma said I got some growing to do
Imma baby boy just like I'm Jody
Reputable up in my section
The youngins they look up to me like an OG