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letra de hood melody - ddg (us)

g-got it on smash
og parker

all of my young n-ggas losing they life
’cause they don’t know it’s life that is outside the trap
n-ggas be tellin’ us if we don’t dribble the ball
then maybe a n-gga can rap
n-ggas on the block, they be movin’ that work
he got the weed, the coke, and the percs
n-gga got a glock, he don’t wanna get murked
if a n-gga try me, i’ma put him on a shirt

high off the weed, i can’t even see
we k!llin’ each other off sh-t from the earth
i got a bl!cky, i keep it with me
i never been shot, but i know that it hurt
n-ggas k!lled my brother back in 2014
streets know, but the 12 ruled a cold case
that was back in pontiac, in my old place
n-ggas never really make it to an old age
i gotta bring my baretta when i wear my jewelry
’cause i do not know what they thinkin’
n-ggas be plotting on me when i’m blinking
i be too paranoid b-tch, i be tweaking
i be too paranoid (paranoid, paranoid)
i gotta move a certain way
cannot be cool, don’t feel a way
not to be rude, but: go away

i know they watchin’, emotions run straight out the sack
protecting myself in the trenches
i done came all this way
i grew strong from that pain and it hurt
come around when they see me now
know these n-ggas just wanna see me down
came in, she was lovin’ me bad
she got her a bag, don’t wanna be with me now
you ain’t right and i see it written all in your eyes
tell no lies
y’all b-tches wanna f-ck with me now
i ain’t make it home, then the sun go down
in the matter of some seconds, then you call my phone
and my past be the reason i ain’t never slowin’ down
mastermind how to put another body in the ground
in the car, i’m rolling with seventy-something rounds
put the rollie to her ear, let her check for the sound
ain’t no tickin’, i been standing on business
got it jumpin’ out the kitchen
i’m in cali steady smoking out the pound
slimes with me, got a 30 in the glizzy
and you know i’m sippin’, but gonna need another pint by tomorrow
keep my fingers clean, got pre-rolls, i’m a stoner
they stepped on elijah broad day on the corner

shorty was with me and i got her lit
but i heard she be hoppin’ from d-ck to a d-ck
but i’m not trippin’, i know how it get
i am not puttin’ my trust in no b-tch
can’t leave the crib without bringing my stick
got too much money, i’m rich then a b-tch
they k!lled my brother, that sh-t got me sick
soon as they free him, i’m gettin’ him hit
n-gga i made it out
people had faded out
they never came around
f-ck what they sayin’ now
watch who you hang around
keep you a thang around
ain’t no more sw-ngin’ now
n-ggas just sprayin’ now
i don’t know sh-t, i ain’t do it
i just rap, i influence
they just wanna know what i’m doin’
made it out the hood, i’m coolin’

- ddg us

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