Hood life

Tell me what you know about the hood life
I can paint a picture of what it look like
You know we can tell you we can tell you right from wrong here
Why they so scared it's a good life
You know the shots keep bombing, cops keep
running in
Ops we hunting, they tryna stop the hustling
And we don't ever leave the house without it, no
Everybody where I'm from, really bought it, boy
When I first jumped out the porch, you told me stay in school
Nigga, I grew without my mama, I'm a ratchet, baby
They don't want us counting Mills
But want us on the news
I keep that 30 in the oven, I'm an agitator
I mean that shit, I call you Brody and you still a hater
You didn't even stand for Rico Cayce and you the instigator
A lot of Negas stood in the boots, but it still told
Days were out the light get on syrup till I'm overdose
They don't wishing death for me, this shit gon' cost an ounce
Kick a snake out of grass, fake nigga don't come around
I show you love, I call you brothers, still gon' treat me different?
I close my eyes and disappear, I can't be reminiscing
They locked my nigga in possession of a Sniffin' Wesson
I can't be fine, only want my ma, I need your blessings
I'll run it hundreds in these street for my dawgs
Thank God, nigga, we got it out of the mud
Tell me what you know about the hood life
I can paint a picture, what it look like
You know we can tell you right from wrong here
Why they so scared, it's a good life
You know the shots keep bombin', cops keep runnin' in
Ops we huntin', they tryna stop the hustlin
And we don't ever leave the house without an arm
Everybody want from, really, Bout it boy