HollyHood

I'm still in the hood face in magazine x4
Verse 1:
Got rats in mah trap, but got big tv screens Gold all on my neck dishes in the sink
I can't get no job ink all on my skinnn
Got no microwave, eat no michelines
Ridin dirty whip so clean, isn't in his name Prolly wit a model dun forgot her name
Boy I'm livin good cause I done felt the pain
All my friends r dead, Ima just pour them drink
Left the label office went to flip a bird
Huss still in the field boi fck watchu heard
Do this for the Martin do the for the Burgz
Got my trap spot bumpin neighbours hella nervous
Chorus:
I'm still in the hood , face in magazines x4
Verse 2
I might go downtown, just to scope the hoes They gon want some pics, fck me for my clothes They luh me in my city erry block I go
They know it's back to the hood after erryshow
Know it's gang don't play game my niggas trained to go If I wanna take a plane today to Mexico
I think I might stick around flip another 36oz
I'm the king of the trap, government think I'm broke
I'm still in the hood, face in magazine (x8)