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letra de hood in me - the jacka

[verse 1]

ipod in my ride, ain’t no head set
ya girl in the front seat giving me head-s-x
my nig in the backseat yelling out he’s next
we be in the p-jects eating like t-rex
smoking kush heavy, never seen no cess
till i left the west, greatest alive, but you ain’t seen my best
i ain’t reached my goal yet but you still upset
you know my face n-gga, you know my silhouette
you know why i’m here, the real n-ggas’ champ
the real world love the j cause i’m more than rap
he got a punchline or two but he ain’t the jack
when i was born n-ggas left me hanging like a bat
only out at nighttime with a jaw full of crack
crack spitters you know
go hard at the trap, drug dealer fasho
and how i carry myself, is really starting to show
so i marry the life, and keep this sh-t on the low…

know what i’m saying? jack

(hook)

it feel good to me
maybe it’s the hood in me
maybe i should leave it alone
maybe i should give it away
really it’s what’s making me strong
clearly it’s what’s making me stay…

it feel good to me
maybe it’s the hood in me
maybe i should leave it alone
maybe i should give it away
clearly it’s what’s making me stay

[verse 2]

i’m late night in the cadillac, drinking purple sipping yac
caught up in the life, got this rap sh-t on my back
if you seen my life yeah, crown ya boy for living that
brought up in a house full of mice and them insects
seen it all done it all, cuddy i been that
n-gga that you see, add the jack to your friends list
never get enough of me, i was in italy
view through the hard times, follow allah’s signs
i’m ready to die trying, i was in the range
daydreaming i was flying, they say they better than jack
they dreaming, them n-ggas lying; they wish they was high as i am
all the time hating on me, boy you’ll never shine

(hook)

[verse 3]

100 racks got a n-gga feeling amped as f-ck
slapping messy marv, smoking like that’s w-ssup
wasn’t open at the liquor store, holding it up
made him give me all his scrill, then i opened his guts
i was thinking bout my kids, they future and growing up
i was thinking bout them years, f-ck court, i’m never showing up
i never see my n-ggas again, i’m on the run
it ain’t never been easy is what they tell me
and it’ll never be either, smoking tree to take a breather
with a felon; we h-lla deep golden gate chilling
everybody selling d, and it’s all in front of children
shoot-outs everyday, chips falling from my building
at the same time it’s the place that i live in
so i send my grace for every taste when i’m eating
the streets got me fresh, mothaf-ckas think i’m cheating
i’m a king boy, i’ve never been beaten of all time
i suggest you fall back, close your eyes and relax
before you in your scr-pe with your brains in your lap

(hook)

- the jacka

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