Yeah, that's perfect
I feel like a Black Republican, money keep comin' in
Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang
We got to take your time, make a nigga wait on this motherfucker
You make nigga mad and shit like
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, 'Fuck it then'
Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then
Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street signs
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
We had governin', who would of thought the love would end
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
Nigga go in
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and miss things
Though we rehearsed, it just ain't the same
Turn the music up and the headphones
Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself though the hoops of fire
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, 'Fuck it then'
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Yeah, we just come outta nowhere
Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire
And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thing
Could it be the forces of darkness
I mean, it's what you expected ain't it?
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign
Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they lives
Niggaz usually start rappin' after 4-bars
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like 'Fuck it then'
I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
I know you can feel the magic baby
Let's start dancin' in this motherfucker
Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign dies
Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Like ice cold album, all good things
When you put in the game at age sixteen
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
I'm back in the hood, they like, 'Hey Nas'
Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
The rule of evil strikes again, this could sting
You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game
It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings
Against hood angels of good that form street politics
On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring
This puts the ring in jeopardy indefinitely
To the pressure for success can put a good strain
Publishers: CARTER BOYS PUBLISHING, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., ILL WILL MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC.
To get his feet out of them Converse, that's my word
Songwriters: Shawn C Carter, Wyatt E L Coleman, Carmine Coppola, Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis
Out the worst in every person, even the good an' sane
I'm standin' on the roof of my building
Could bring, should blame the game, and I could
Probably end up back of the hood, I fuck it then
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like 'Fuck it then'
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Esco whuttup?
Let's go
Pitch, sling pies and niggaz they sing, "Why"?