Pressa - Hood Trophy lyrics

Mama used to beat me with my trophy My teacher used to chase me through the hallway My n***a, he done snaked me for my .38 I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me Real n***a, know my Jordans 1 through 23 Name a n***a in my city that can sh** on me I got a Glock .30 filled with zombies I'm like a new pair of Loubs, n***as want me I'm in some Off White, n***as wanna off me Pressa make the hood look like palm trees First and furthermore, let's get this clear like Avianne Pull up on his block, we shmurda sh** just like we Bobby This rap sh** just ain't easy, for this sh** you need a body Baby girl got freckles on her face, look like a cookie And why not? Just go blow some bands, don't wear no Reebok Never catch me in the hood rockin' fake designer Never catch me hangin' on the block without my handgun He ain't k**ed nobody, but he claim he a gangsta My n***as play your block, it's on repeat My dawg underground like it's P3 Uzi shout me out on the TV I keep sayin' I'ma blow, they won't believe me My shooters, my shooters, they come in varies These n***as, they b**hes, they scared of police The Feds hate a n***a, they stole my j**elry Why [?] legendary It's scary, I bet he in this room, he prolly hear me Pressa lock the city like a Dudley My n***as swing around like a monkey I got a glizzy, rockin' in my Monclers Traphouse whippin' dope and I done broke my wrist [?] And ceelo's only time a n***a gamble These n***as hesitate, they start to fiddle Where I'm from, homicides go by the triple Mama used to beat me with my trophy My teacher used to chase me through the hallway My n***a, he done snaked me for my .38 I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, that's the hood in me Never watched my dawg starve, that's the good in me Real n***a, know my Jordans 1 through 23 Name a n***a in my city that can sh** on me Real n***a, never stole out my mom's purse Grade school, mama used to tuck my collar Loyalty's a price, I can't rob her I went from baller to a baller I went from ball court to a bando So much hand transactions, I got handles It's f**ed up how I made money on [?] I'll never leave my dawg, yeah, for dead like a weirdo 'Cause n***as nowadays, they so fake, man Where I'm from, we take your gun if you're a wasteman And all that sit-at-home sh**, never rate that I hit the road and got dirty on my way back n***as sit at home playin' video games I learned to go and get it, buy [?] My n***a's on your block, he needs to relocate Shoot a n***a in his face, do it the [?] way Yeah, you know how we rock, do it the [?] way, sh** Free my n***as, R.I.P. my n***as and shout all my bros