Hillwood

[Chorus: Hari Upfront]
Hillwood hood got me running thru the streets
Hillwood hood got me running from bullies
Hillwood cribs limited in their square feet
Hillwood hood always gon' be 'part of me
Hillwood always gon' be part of me
My squad rollin' 6 or 7 deep
My hood reppin' till the death of me
Hillwood always gon' be part of me

[Verse 1: Hari Upfront]
Out of the hood but they can't take it out of me
Haters be IRL brainy and they need the rounds to see
That I'll be living in luxury getting with girls that be out my league
They see me ballin out hitting moves out they league easily
Splashing these back to back 3s like on Gerald's T
Money likе Gerald's hair, it just keep towering
Know the fam proud of mе
Coming from a packed house
Not enough room for us to sleep
But at least we had peace
Football head, had the big league dreams
Everytime we played NFL Street
Handing Ls, now they looking like the hair of Eugene
Bitch please I don't need to be fitting in
I just be me, do my thing to be setting trends
They don't wanna see what I see getting lots of bread
I'll pop a cap, split they wig like Arnold's head
Wanna rise above those ratchet actions
Getting what I want through working hard and passion
Poppin off and show the haters that their words don't matter
Climbing up the latter
Wanna race to the top but I'll get there faster
Spreading love on the low, man I feel like Helga
Finna blow up, take some shelter
Tell us where ya from bruh

[Chorus: Hari Upfront]
Hillwood hood got me running thru the streets
Hillwood hood got me running from bullies
Hillwood cribs limited in their square feet
Hillwood hood always gon' be 'part of me
Hillwood always gon' be part of me
My squad rollin' 6 or 7 deep
My hood reppin' till the death of me
Hillwood always gon' be part of me

[Verse 2: AudeeGotClout]
Niggas trappin out the board house downtown
Long trips, headphones with my head down
Quiet steppers but they known to sell the best loud
Small circle but we always draw in big crowds
Living legends tryna get to the goal
Gotta stay in your lane and stick to your roles and
Mom and dad was in and out the house
Stayed with grandma, was a youngin raised by up old souls
Stackin up paper from routes I run daily
Certified in the streets, had to show em I’m crazy
Run with some freaks, I ain’t talkin bout Stinky
Ballin too hard, see the ring on my pinky
Got the game on lock and now they dreadin it
Pack came up short cuz mans ain’t had no bread in it
We in streets makin plays like it's NFL
Game time, you know I’m a football head with it
Gerald my shooter, all he do is spin
They want no smoke cuz all I do is win
Say that she hate me but it’s out of love, I ain’t trippin
Run with some bald heads, Mr. Simmons
You get the horns tryna fuck with the boul
Way too drip like I’m fresh out the pool
I get the bag, make it flip and it tumble
Reppin my city is what keeps me humble

[Chorus: Hari Upfront]
Hillwood hood got me running thru the streets
Hillwood hood got me running from bullies
Hillwood cribs limited in their square feet
Hillwood hood always gon' be 'part of me
Hillwood always gon' be part of me
My squad rollin' 6 or 7 deep
My hood reppin' till the death of me
Hillwood always gon' be part of me