From the hood (feat. Real Right)

You can tell I'm from the hood Soon as I step in the room Duffel bag and a clique full of goons You can tell I'm from the hood And you don't wanna assume Got a gun that'll split you in two You can tell I'm from the hood Fucking model after model Popping bottle after bottle Oh yeah You can tell I'm from the hood I'm from the hood Don't nobody know me like she know me Boy is hot, she a fan, I let her blow me Hit lock, hit the block like she owe me Soul controller, no, but those are known to figure She told me this street's mine That's what you told that last nigga I'm peeping your game from a peephole So I'm steady ducking state time Puerto Rico, you gon' kiss her in the mouth But I get the cheeks though Cause I know she get around and everybody eat dough Finito, get locked Everybody on the side waiting like a free throw In the trap trying to rep the block And these hoes progressive Just a talking box The streets talk, but when they talk, they stop No big amount Don't get me wrong, I love my hood, but it ain't big enough Shouts out to the single moms That's never giving up Until you fake ass niggas, the jig is up My trigger tucked, my dick in the game You tryna finger f*ck You can tell I'm from the hood Soon as I step in the room Duffel bag and a clique full of goons You can tell I'm from the hood And you don't wanna assume Got a gun that'll split you in two You can tell I'm from the hood I'm fucking model after model Popping bottle after bottle, oh yeah You can tell I'm from the hood I'm from the hood Yeah, in street lights all night What it be like, what it seem like Have a dude real sick like Throwing up at a door at a damn green light From CP, webster be the street name If you got a beat, mane, you know I got heat, mane Spitting from the heart and straight from the start Imma come in so hard with all these bars No Xanax, and f*ck who next Claim my crown, I know who down and know who ain't Don't think I'm a saint, think I'm a king, yeah, I mean Got this green and got ya girl, no referral by the end of the night It's back to the office, know you couldn't off this grind Off this mind, by design, I'm a heartless guy Who you think you ride with probably turn Wanna see you burn, wanna see you curve See you left outside, body by the curb Everybody riding, ain't down, careful who you keep round I'm careful how I speak now Everybody watching me, everybody copy me Don't assume you know me boy, you fake like soy I know them real ones, after millions With concealed guns that'll peel one, back This that pack, this that sack Not a hard drug, but this that crack In the back of the lac with a Mac in my lap With the five on my ass You can tell I'm from the hood Soon as I step in the room Duffel bag and a clique full of goons You can tell I'm from the hood And you don't wanna assume Got a gun that'll split you in two You can tell I'm from the hood I'm fucking model after model Popping bottle after bottle, oh yeah You can tell I'm from the hood I'm from the hood I'm from the hood Yeah