Typical Hood Story

They don’t relate to the pain They don’t know how it feel To miss a bill no lights in the rain They don’t know how it feel Getting that call bro got killed This shit deeper than saying sorry Shooters just shooting Robert Horry Typical hood story Black boy Bumpin white boy He just tryna Flip a quarter He was benched 4 quarters Ain’t gone never Play in the garden Now he picking weeds Out a garden No seeds OG have ya coughing That kill Coffin And his lil brother Got killed at a auction He was tryna sell a pound Smokers broke him down And they lost em I swear this shit happens often But the shooters green Like Boston Ya reap what you sore It’s gone cost em And they runnin they mouths He exhausted Tired of hearing shit from these hoes They pillow talking he gone off em John Fuller nigga bread up But he gone need a Jewish lawyer After he line em up Like a barber Tryna kill them la bitches With karma That’s his main bitch She ain’t normal That stick talk It ain’t normal And now they mamas Gone be mourning But they hit la brotha She ain’t knowing this Back to big brotha He ain’t normal Still adding paper to his journal Composition Black and white Why the f*ck niggas snitching They typical These new real niggas different This shit ain’t making sense And that’s the difference He just want retaliate His brother missing He ain’t speaking on it But he fuckin with it F*ck them niggas They don’t relate to the pain They don’t know how it feel To miss a bill no lights in the rain They don’t know how it feel Getting that call bro got killed This shit deeper than saying sorry Shooters just shooting Robert Horry Typical hood story Weeks later Them youngins went missing Them youngins got hit Big brother ain’t trippin He ready for war Ready for law Cause he know they gone snitch But he kilt the witness So no niggas snitching The streets know who did it Them hoes know who did it And if he ain’t did it They know who sent it They know he got racks And he Heavy like Denson He ain’t no Saint With that money like Benson Drive a Benz You know that bitch tinted Live with his moms She don’t gotta pitch in Use to buy lil brotha All the Penny’s And he was a known copper Like a Penny Now when he shop and cop He reminiscing Thinking bout copping out He too in it But he just don’t wanna loose Another sibling Over what he do And how he living Dippin through the city Bumpin coke Fuckin hoes Oh he litty Instagram Just to show them bitches Opps hating He gone show them niggas OG told him Not to post them pictures It’s still heated OG know some niggas Said they fuckin with it So don’t score from niggas Cause big brother a G And he score from hitters And them youngins he touched Know some older hitters They be bumpin coke And he don’t know them niggas Small world He score from them niggas Time to re up He think OG trippin Big brotha slippin He got tunnel vision He just tryna get it Pull up in a Civic Tryna score a 9 And a pound of sticky Reaching for the iron Nigga tryna send em And that's how it ended They don’t relate to the pain They don’t know how it feel To miss a bill no lights in the rain They don’t know how it feel Getting that call bro got killed This shit deeper than saying sorry Shooters just shooting Robert Horry Typical hood story