Hoods Hottest
Hyp
GENRE
[PART I]
[Verse]
I've got cracks in my heart that can never be fixed
I've got dirt in my heart but gold on my wrist
I take risks, came from a place where nitties buying bits
I can't fall for these devil tricks, I don't need any chick
I need myself first, I know that the help works
But I know I'm Hell worth
Hope there's no fire on my skin
All these lies that I've seen, all these tears that I've cried within
Must have been a crook in my past life, wish I could ask why
I live life like today will be my last night
They say that I ain't been the same since dad died
I had to get my bag right, so I live a mad life
And there's a price to that
Pain, started hiding that
Feelings, started fighting that
I know someone likes me but I don't like her back
Cause I've got so much pain I don't like to chat
All this weed that I misuse has got me in this mood
Talking to my counsellor, she's saying I've gotta improve
She don't know about the pain I've got
She just wanna get paid up with what they can't take from us
Put a mask on my face and I'm gone
And I know that I'm wrong but this life's kinda long
Swing the knife like a wand cause when it's war then it's on
That's what it's like where I'm from
Heart full of black, all this pain that I keep holding back
Breadwinner, had to go get them racks, I don't slack
Why you think I've got a mask?
Don't you think I've got a past?
Yo I had to move fast
Never had it on my plate, I had to put it in myself
Looking for love but I found summat else
Gucci on my belt but nothing ain't Gucci
My life like a movie and it kinda moves me
[PART II]
[Verse 1]
I'm a sick Paki, I love big batties
And I'm in Manny, you know that's gang
Yo I'm a G blocka, I don't sleep proper
I'm a tree shotter, you know that's bad
Had to get my P's up, baddie wanna beat up
I just make her leak up, tell a bad B "Speak up"
Love the way she speak it, tell her "Just keep it"
I money make then repeat it
[Hook]
Tell my akhs dem "Flick it up, stack it up, stick it up"
The way I'm in the trap, you know I rip it up
They love the way I drip it up
Every time I'm in the trap you know I've gotta slip it up
Every time I'm in that whip you know I rip it up
I whip it up and then you know I lit it up
Big flicky make you shit it up, the way that I hit it up
You know it's got you dripping up
[Verse 2]
I'm a P getter, T setter
This D make her sleep better, can't be mean ever
In the trap I had to double up, you know I just hustle up
You know I just fuck it up, yeah
I be on my G shit, you know I get my P's quick
You know I don't just speak it
I be on some deep shit, you better just deep it
You know I'm on my street shit
From the G side, not the T side
You know I keep it popping up like the seaside
And what's the B like? What's the Charlie?
You know the akhs keep popping up the party
You know the akhs keep popping up the party
Pop Bacardi, no Ed Hardy
Straight Amiri, I do this easy
You know H-Y, I get greazy
[Hook]
Tell my akhs dem "Flick it up, stack it up, stick it up"
The way I'm in the trap, you know I rip it up
They love the way I drip it up
Every time I'm in the trap you know I've gotta slip it up
Every time I'm in that whip you know I rip it up
I whip it up and then you know I lit it up
Big flicky make you shit it up, the way that I hit it up
You know it's got you dripping up
[Verse]
I've got cracks in my heart that can never be fixed
I've got dirt in my heart but gold on my wrist
I take risks, came from a place where nitties buying bits
I can't fall for these devil tricks, I don't need any chick
I need myself first, I know that the help works
But I know I'm Hell worth
Hope there's no fire on my skin
All these lies that I've seen, all these tears that I've cried within
Must have been a crook in my past life, wish I could ask why
I live life like today will be my last night
They say that I ain't been the same since dad died
I had to get my bag right, so I live a mad life
And there's a price to that
Pain, started hiding that
Feelings, started fighting that
I know someone likes me but I don't like her back
Cause I've got so much pain I don't like to chat
All this weed that I misuse has got me in this mood
Talking to my counsellor, she's saying I've gotta improve
She don't know about the pain I've got
She just wanna get paid up with what they can't take from us
Put a mask on my face and I'm gone
And I know that I'm wrong but this life's kinda long
Swing the knife like a wand cause when it's war then it's on
That's what it's like where I'm from
Heart full of black, all this pain that I keep holding back
Breadwinner, had to go get them racks, I don't slack
Why you think I've got a mask?
Don't you think I've got a past?
Yo I had to move fast
Never had it on my plate, I had to put it in myself
Looking for love but I found summat else
Gucci on my belt but nothing ain't Gucci
My life like a movie and it kinda moves me
[PART II]
[Verse 1]
I'm a sick Paki, I love big batties
And I'm in Manny, you know that's gang
Yo I'm a G blocka, I don't sleep proper
I'm a tree shotter, you know that's bad
Had to get my P's up, baddie wanna beat up
I just make her leak up, tell a bad B "Speak up"
Love the way she speak it, tell her "Just keep it"
I money make then repeat it
[Hook]
Tell my akhs dem "Flick it up, stack it up, stick it up"
The way I'm in the trap, you know I rip it up
They love the way I drip it up
Every time I'm in the trap you know I've gotta slip it up
Every time I'm in that whip you know I rip it up
I whip it up and then you know I lit it up
Big flicky make you shit it up, the way that I hit it up
You know it's got you dripping up
[Verse 2]
I'm a P getter, T setter
This D make her sleep better, can't be mean ever
In the trap I had to double up, you know I just hustle up
You know I just fuck it up, yeah
I be on my G shit, you know I get my P's quick
You know I don't just speak it
I be on some deep shit, you better just deep it
You know I'm on my street shit
From the G side, not the T side
You know I keep it popping up like the seaside
And what's the B like? What's the Charlie?
You know the akhs keep popping up the party
You know the akhs keep popping up the party
Pop Bacardi, no Ed Hardy
Straight Amiri, I do this easy
You know H-Y, I get greazy
[Hook]
Tell my akhs dem "Flick it up, stack it up, stick it up"
The way I'm in the trap, you know I rip it up
They love the way I drip it up
Every time I'm in the trap you know I've gotta slip it up
Every time I'm in that whip you know I rip it up
I whip it up and then you know I lit it up
Big flicky make you shit it up, the way that I hit it up
You know it's got you dripping up
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