Phillip John Lara - In Tha Hood lyrics

[Verse 1: Philly Titan] I stay working in the hood like a motor. I'm talking about the quarter packs of the dro or yola. Your girl is my controller do what I command. Bring back the green that makes her a Celtics fan. While I'm chillin in the sand next to the ocean. You hear the rattle in the trunk? whats the commotion. I think somebody's inside hope they ain't bout to die cuz if the laws ask why then ima have to die. Ima stay free, get rich, and make a fortune while these haters k** their self like an abortion. Unproportioned, in my mind too smart for my own good and to dull to shine but f** it, it's mine. Believe me ima use it cuz the past few years I only abused it. Only through my music can I truly free my soul cuz I been shot at and stabbed in the streets before. If our streets was gold that would be heaven, but our teeth are gold hustle 24/7 in this hell. I ain't tryna be living in jail so I keep my mind right like a student from Yale. 7 seas ima sail call me jack sparrow. This cannon on my ship might leave your head narrow or hollow. Like a ghost I'm too hard to follow I gotta clip full of dick heads that you can swallow. ewww. I know that was kinda vulgar but I'm just spitting sh** to keep you up like Folgers. Posters and flyers can't help your image when real n***as see you in the street they know you a gimmick. Your career is finished even if it ain't started. From the south pole muh f**er so I'm cold hearted. Let's get it started on some grown man sh** you need to close your mouth while I spit my damn sh**. I ain't ever been a snitch I ain't ever been a punk but if you want me to then I will pop trunk. Like them G's from H-town Ima come through yo city and I put it down. From that E town now I live in ATX cuz I'm all about that money man I'm chasing after checks. Give me my respect b**h or Ima take it. Shout out to all the people who said I won't make it. What's good Hoe!