Reks - The Hood Pt. 1 lyrics

(Mr. Fritz Verse 1) I'm used to having nightmares of being chased by jakes/ Cause real n***as made mistakes for cake/ Was a product of my environment just to fit in, there were requirements/ I had to chase paper till my retirement/ My n***as chose moving Os over student loans/ Fucc n***as in my circle is like UFOs/ Used to be so clean in my Girbaud jeans/ Might've been chubby but made sure I fed my whole team/ Used to love it, appetite for destruction/ Rocked the stop snitching shirt, charged with obstruction of justice/ But f** it we was young from the slums/ Just trying to get them Air Force ones/ Too many close calls, strays would miss us/ All the neighborhood babes would diss us/ And end up mothers like it made a difference/ We was so foul, iron jungle was so wild/ Wish I knew then what I know now... Wow... (Chorus Amandi) Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up We drink away the pain Long as I'm making $9.75 I'm a keep having that drive to Chase the finer things All I really want is good a** weed, see my seeds succeed And a girl who don't complain But police just wanna mess with me, never let me breathe So I pray I see some change (REKS Verse 2) Wake up so many AMs, Pamela next room prayin/ So little exits given, so many extra ways in/ Frank and Eric, Zay and Me jumping roof to roof/ Them were them wonder years, now we jump from booth to booth/ Man to man my youth was adolescent bliss/ We ain't have sh** but Christmas lists, tend to forget that/ Feeling that I miss When I reminisce/ Back before I knew about this minimum wage, maximum risk/ Music loud in the whip/ We done rumbled, we pulled over ain't this about a b**h/ Crazy how time flip/ From it's all peace to do I need a piece?/ In these streets, we one barrel away from deceased/ One crooked cop away from Belly of the Beast/ All I wanna see my seed reach/ Varsity cleats, me in them seats/ Cheering loud, proud dad, so many toe tagged/ Put in a body bag, Zeke and Jojo alive, Daddy be glad/ (Chorus)