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letra de hood wit me - 22nd jim

[verse 1: 22nd jim]
living fast, so i’ma count the money slow
give a f-ck what that b-tch told you, i ain’t trippin’ on no hoes
got this sh-t straight out the mud, i came up from kicking doors
and i done been through h-ll and back, but some sh-t i can’t expose
n-ggas bold, no matter the condition, stick to the code
and i’m fresh up off that route, walked in the booth and up the roll
i put on for my n-ggas, so for me, they all on go
22nd on my back, rocking if it’s right or wrong
this for trigger, you know you my n-gga, i can’t forget ya
swear at night, i close my eyes and i can see you right there with me
lost the captain of the ship, but i couldn’t abort the mission
i’m a six-figure n-gga, and i’m a product of the trenches

[chorus: rexx life raj]
all i ever wanted was to bang my hood
and put us on until we all live good
courtside, i got my feet on wood
i’m living life like a real one should
i ain’t trippin’, brought the hood with me (i got the hood with me)
and you know i brought the gang with me (and you know i brought the gang)
i ain’t trippin’, brought the hood with me (the whole hood with me)
and you know i brought the gang (you know i brought the gang)
i ain’t trippin’, brought the hood with me (i got the hood with me)
and you know i brought the gang with me (and you know i brought the gang)
i ain’t trippin’, brought the hood with me (the whole hood)
and you know i brought the gang (and you know i brought the gang)
[verse 2: 22nd jim]
swear to god, it wouldn’t be right if i ain’t bring ’em
’cause for me, i know all of my n-ggas, they gon’ leave somethin’
in the glass house, the stash house, my feet up
and to you broke-ass n-ggas, tell them to keep up
had to cut a couple n-ggas off ’cause they wasn’t steppin’ right
catch me out in public, never lonely, got the weapon tight
and you can keep the fake love, where the drank at?
if i ain’t on the block, i’m probably where the bank at
wrist fully bust, so is my neck, how you love that?
i thought n-ggas’d be happy for the kid, now where the love at?
i gotta pour me up a four to numb the pain, i need my thugs back
i been runnin’ ’round the dubs ever since i was a rug rat

- 22nd jim

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