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Correct My Hood Lyrics
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Correct My Hood
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Still posted on the block With my bros, all my jewels outside If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool I'm cool outside 1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end I'm heading outside, you know I could never be a Jim, I been around from them I swear outside I come a long from a push back Black towel hoodie, I'm a hood guy Gas Gang, I was like Suge Knight Now I live it up, every month book flights I don't wanna be broke, so I work hard Raw game, you can tell by my war scars Oh Lord, thank God that I got far Couple of my real niggas in the graveyard No, I never gave a fuck since a young buck Hard talks, I was rolling 2 guns up Shit's changed, I don't really wanna bust shots Money got me actin' calm, mans gwopped up That's right fam, I started with a pound Then I made a bill Started on the block, now I'm livin' in the hills Started on pushbacks, now it's chrome wheels Fam I started from the bottom, I was really in the field Still posted on the block With my bros, all my jewels outside If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool I'm cool outside 1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end I'm heading outside, you know I could never be a Jim, I been around from them I swear outside Still up on the hood, my bro say he ain't healthy Nigga I ain't rich, I ain't wealthy Even if I was rich, this the hood that birthed me Of course leavin' all this behind would burn me Sometimes I do love the action Push my bloodclot grams, and the Pagan actin' Movies, doors gettin' slapped in Rob mans cousins and uncles, they know that I planned it This world, in this world, back up your gun, don't stall I be lookin' down knots, on my way to get the food When it comes to the beef, yeah me done talking Boy raised on the real side Yeah you need to hittin' niggas with a clothes line My bros got my back in the hood man, you know I'm sayin' Still posted on the block With my bros, all my jewels outside If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool I'm cool outside 1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end I'm heading outside, you know I could never be a Jim, I been around from them I swear outside Send my message to these pricks, I'm comin' Keep runnin', don't lack, I sneeze touch a button Ab's comin' niggas better start running Used to run up in the trap, like "Boss gimme somethin'!" Gimme something now you buzzing and a talking I remember them days never selling out shows I remember them days, I was broke I remember them days for my G, Free Smoke! Still posted on the block With my bros, all my jewels outside If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool I'm cool outside 1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end I'm heading outside, you know I could never be a Jim, I been around from them I swear outside Still posted on the block With my bros, all my jewels outside If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool I'm cool outside 1 7 to the death, fuck the opps 'til the end I'm heading outside, you know I could never be a Jim, I been around from them I swear outside
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