Correction Paroles Boyz In The Hood par G Herbo

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You know, I was just looking at some sh*t today, man
I posted on my Instagram, I was like 18 on the block freestyling
And I would've never thought that this sh*t would ever get to this point, but I don't really know how (Or how not)
n***a did everything and put the work in to get where I'm at now, where I'm 'posed to be
This sh*t was written, for real
Chase Davis on the beat

Now we really rich
Before rich, we was with the sh*ts (You know that)
With full clips, we could never miss
I spent years in the whip with Chris
I drop tens when I reminisce
But I ain't dope boy
I rap gangster like I'm O'Shae
40K a show, sh*t been kinda slow, yet I'm still okay
Crib more lavish, that's why I never sent my lawyer away
Live like I got platinum plaques, and I ain't wear my gold today
in his name, but I still got a throwaway
'member I was frustrated
Rain, rain, go away
Now I want a hundred, 'cause a million ain't no dough today
Wake up in LA, I'm like, now how my day gon' go today
Think about [?], he made my angry days go away
into his savings, I just gave a whole show away
Soon as you ain't have nowhere to go, God 'gon show a way
Just show some faith
Take it like a soldier, even soldiers pray
It's no coincidence, I'm from the land of the dead
Blood on the pavement, hands on your head
Some of us won't make it out, what my momma said
Nobody saw shots to block, watched his body bled
Momma still cryin' on the scene, she can't even leave
Whole hood immune to murder, we can't even green
Ain't nobody else cryin', 'cause this the life of a [?]
But his lil' brother now, he got a trick up his sleeve
He got a grip on that b*t*h
He better ran up on a n***a
Got a chip on his shoulder
He [?] over a n***a
If your bro dies in them streets, is you gon' give him pity?
Or, you gon' make the hood red, you gon' paint the city?
I'm ready to slide all night, I hope you still with me
We willing to get through [?] when it get real sticky
I'm ready to make his momma cry, she gon' have to feel with me
I'm ready to catch his brother lackin', we gotta kill Ricky (Skrrt)
I'm just a product of some sh*t
If you look at the map, we was at the bottom of that b*t*h
Kids growin' up like this, they don't think it's a problem with that sh*t
All they know where I'm from, n***a, if you starvin', hit a lick
The right robbery get you rich
But we was hustlin' on my strip
Ain't have no big homies, give us nothin', ain't had sh*t
Inherited wars, ain't know how to survive, but we did it
I can tell you stories from the start to the finish
savage, we was livin', n***a

Gang sh*t
You know, gang sh*t
We been had started that, man
79th and Essex
Rock block
You know, we was young n***as livin' savage, early
the impossible sh*t, n***as
Thought we couldn't do, wouldn't do
We did it
Ten times over, man
But you know that

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