Fire Place

I just pulled back through the hood…
Aye… aye….aye

Bust a right on Fairburn road and
Keep straight to the hood
Bust a right on 405 you know that’s my hood
My grandma used to cook for the whole projects
But we didn’t have no fire place
We ain’t have no fire wood
We ain’t have no fire place get it
We ain’t have nobody in the hood that’s my race
In the hood with my face
In the hood that’s my place
She used to stay right in the front
I had a room that’s my place
Had a broom in my safe

My cousin caught a body in the back he went to prison
My auntie went to church
Every Sunday like she a Christian
They used to come and look for them birdies
But they was hidden
My uncle used to trap in a burgundy expedition
I used to take em for his word but damn he used to steal
Damn man on the block on the curb man it was real
I learned how to ride a bike on top of the hill
I learned how to sell a block on top of the pills
I learned how to beat a case without a appeal
I learned how to have a baby without a reveal
I learned how to hide a strap and put it in my pants
I used to stuff it in my pocket
I learned how to conceal

Bust a right on Fairburn road and
Keep straight to the hood
Bust a right on 405 you know that’s my hood
My grandma used to cook for the whole projects
But we didn’t have no fire place
We ain’t have no fire wood
We ain’t have no fire place get it
We ain’t have nobody in the hood that’s my race
In the hood with my face
In the hood that’s my place
She used to stay right in the front
I had a room that’s my place
Had a broom in my safe

Keep straight to the hood…
Used to come and look for
Them birdies but they was hidden…