Hood Cycle (Bonus)

Uh

I call it heart music

No, not H-A-R-D, H-E-A-R-T

Heartfelt shit, you know?

Yeah, um

You know, we go through painful shit with painkillers 'cause we soldiers ourselves

I'm just standin' up on my head

Thinkin, "Should I pop this Perc?"

"No, it might kill me"

If you got PTSD, you feel me

Dead or in jail, you will be

What the cop told to the little me

Fast-forward time, not literally

If I go on tour, I'll make a mill' at least

Ma didn't have much, we didn't really eat

Therefore, I was always in the streets

You didn't hear enemies with no tweets

That's 'cause it was some real beef

E'ryday a shootout for four weeks

Four thirty clips, we four deep

Can't hug the block 'cause we ride with Glocks

So you already know this is real beef

Yeah, since I got rich all these people in my life depend on me

So you know I gotta smoke weed

Quit gangbangin', got more cheese

I don't know buddy, he know me

And you know we shinin'

Everybody with me got a Rolly (Uh)

Nigga rich, you know he smashin' (Uh)

Security freak like roadie

And I miss my brodie (Uh)

Slap stickin' my forty (Uh)

Still exotic smokin' (Uh)

Got something that I owed him (Uh)

Spit hood bibles

For niggas that get bumped, sons go pick it up

That's the hood cycle (Uh)

So I'm tryna go flyin', ain't got no opps

I don't want no lil' rivals

That's the hood cycle

When you ain't got no money

Everybody in the hood like you

When you start makin' some money

Everybody in the hood get excited, too

But ain't nobody did nothin' for you

Now they lookin' like, "Damn, who invited you?"

When you can't give 'em nothin'

That's when they start to feel somethin' (Uh-uh)

Gimme some space, I don't trust nobody

Gon' make me kill somethin'

And they all love me

Deep at shows when I was this broke nigga

I ain't seen all of you

Not a call from you

Moved out grandma crib

Right out front used to get in shootouts

I was just a kid

Shoulda got some money, bought you a house

And now you dead, I regret all the time I spent without

I was deep in the streets

Jack that kid, tryna ball, who out?

Foolish things I did

Sorry for how I lived

My mama lost without you, she ain't gotta tell me

I look in her eyes and see it

Walkin' in my house, my eyes was red

Demons talkin' inside my head

Glock was out of lead (Uh)

So evidently I had to spread

When God got me out of bed (Uh)

Let me hop out right on my leg

Oh, I know what you sayin'

You must want me to go chase some bread

Nigga, talkin' 'bout what you hear

I thought you was the man (Was)

Sayin' that ho gave you some head (Blood)

Where all that shit in my bed? (Cuz)

I'm just tryin' to come in the house and fuck

I don't wanna come in no house and fuss

Girl, why you gotta get loud and cuss?

Gon' head, pull that blouse all up

Let me get it from the back or somethin'

Fuck it, gonna put you on the couch, now what? (What?)

I done fell in love (Uh)

For the month

Now we in the club

All these diamonds on

She got a fat ass, climbin' the pole

She lookin' like a muh'

Just to walk up in this bitch that gave me some rolls

Why don't I throw some money?

You gettin' ones back up off the floor

Charlamagne, you fuckin' donkey

White teacher at school caught me as a flunkie

'Cause I was a fuckin' junkie

And I admit it, coulda wrecked the whip

I fell asleep, I'm lucky

Had I listened to him

'Coulda fell a victim to the streets, I'm lucky

Now I ride past in a Bent like, "You fuckin' honky"