Hood Life

[Intro]
Talk slick
Mr.Yungeen
Hey, Hey, Ayy, Ayy, Uh
Sonic

[Chorus]
Talk slick, he a dead man
Shots from the FN sprayin'
These days, they don't give a fuck
They'll shoot where the kids playin'
Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
Mr. Yungeen bought guns for the hood, heard that's what thе feds sayin'

[Verse]
My life a movie, еver since birth, it's been lights, camera, action
I did a lot of shit in these streets but only got booked for trappin'
I'm from St.Louis, where it's normal to hear .40's clappin'
All you hear is them shots let off, that door slam, and them tires scratchin'
Rollie on my wrist, gotta get more rich, I want that brand new Patek
I ball like AI, this shit effortless, don't give a fuck 'bout practice
Where I'm from we all on that car
If he drive too fast, we gon' let him have it
All my niggas killers this is where get it
6'Block my hood so if u speak on that
FN Sprayin'
I don't play about my hood or my people
Talk some shit on the gram just know
You not safe in public
This that Hood Life
U know what i'm on
Opposition wanna kill me, and I'll be damned if I let it happen
And the day I leave this earth, I'ma die with legend status
I'ma reunite with my demons, we gon' be in Heaven cappin'
Hundred K on VVS, just to show I'm blessed from rappin'
I keep this glizzy tucked if they plan on necklace snatchin'

[Chorus]
Talk slick, he a dead man
Shots from the FN sprayin'
These days, they don't give a fuck
They'll shoot where the kids playin'
Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
Mr. Yungeen bought guns for the hood, heard that's what the feds sayin'

[Verse 2]
You know that bag on me, it's at least fifty bands in them jeans
Pockets fat and my jewelry dancing
Diamonds flooded like New Orleans
Lavish life, now I live like a king
I got on, now I'm blessing my team
Told my brother, "I got your back"
Show my niggas what loyalty means
But this shit wasn't as easy as it seems
My homie died at 16
I remember I was up all night
Kept seeing death in my dreams
I was posted on Sed with them fiends
Hot and 'em got the TEC with the stream
This The life i live
Better make it work
It's either in jail or in a graveyard
Or making it out the hood rappin'
I swear this shit a blessin'
Came to far to stop
Fuck all the hoes who doubted me
I don't care about u no more
Do it for my mamma she helped get here
I could take full credit of something that i needed help with
Life so tuff i been feeling deep
Life is so hard, you just gotta learn how to get back on your feet
Mr. Yungeen is what call me in the streets
But i'm better known as Lil Yungeen
President of the Hood Where them .40s clapping
Laser tag, we was playin' with them beams
Young nigga tryna kill everything
Touch his soul in this four nickel ring
It's a whole lot of shots flying in your FaceTime when that Smith & Wesson ring (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Talk slick, he a dead man
Shots from the FN sprayin'
These days, they don't give a fuck
They'll shoot where the kids playin'
Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
Mr. Yungeen bought guns for the hood, heard that's what the feds sayin'

(Chorus Repeats)

[Chorus]
Talk slick, he a dead man
Shots from the FN sprayin'
These days, they don't give a fuck
They'll shoot where the kids playin'
Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
Mr. Yungeen bought guns for the hood, heard that's what the feds sayin'

[Outro]
Talk slick
Mr.Yungeen