Hoodrich

When I'm hurt, they don't care about my pain Bobbin', weavin', obstacles, poppin', percs runnin' through the rain Tryna heal my pain, but I'm still chasing after your love Can't let him get too close, cause I show too much love Grown ups seeing violets, gotta call that my dawg die man that phone call, left me crying They don't feel our pain, till its murder up on they side Forever we slide, until they die Lord forgive my sins, I'm screaming f*ck da other side I'm feelin' hood rich, products of the streets Ain't had nothin', so don't ask for shit Bad bitch lookin' good, but she ain't nothin', she ain't suckin' dick Poppin' Percs, put me in my zone, yeah, nigga really lit I'm out souf wit TGO, shake' in the hood, we be smokin' good So much artillery up in this coupe, I wish a nigga would I'm hangin' with felons, they still carry weapons It's more than 30 under this bezel, come and test yo us Forever I'ma pop my shit Forever I'ma talk my shit F*ck you and that nasty bitch