paroles de chanson Get Rich in the Hood - YBN Almighty Jay

Judge locked up my dawg, I hope he get an appeal
And it hurt that he lie behind walls but I know how it feel
Been had that feeling since I signed that deal
I′m hurt inside, my hood proud of me still
I wish that I could just show them the real
Had to payback two before I made my first mil (Woah)
I'm supposed to get a hood hoe
At the same baby, I′m the neighborhood goat
Same niggas that I hoop with handcuffs in, probably look at me like a target (target)
Hope they don't try nun next time they see me
'Cause I got no choice but to spark it
Only niggas stay 10 toes from the jump, probably my cousin Lil Mary
I tried to put niggas on and nobody didn′t fuck with us
So they say I didn′t do enough for 'em
I had some niggas to listen and they closed their ears on me
So I put diamonds in both of ′em
I can go out of my way and buy niggas the boat
And they still gonna ask me to roll for 'em
I done told niggas yes too many times that they probably gon′ kill me
Next time I say no to 'em
I love my brother to death if he didn′t had no lace
Then he know I would walk to the store for him
I used to dream about diamonds now I got money
I had to go put 'em on both of 'em
I used to dream about China told my niggas when I make it
Then I′ma fuck both of ′em
Fuck the club up when the check clear (check clear)
Then we did the same shit the next year (next year)
And the next year (next year)
And the year after that (and the year after that)
They said it was smoke so I dropped the bag on 'em
And they went and got ′em it's clear after that (baw)
If a nigga say that it′s up with me (up)
Then it's stuck with me, he disappeared after that
She took the bottle and start droving the boat
And then she took a Perc she can′t steer after that
This industry full of lame niggas and rats (rats)
Thinking they lit of their Spotify stats (yeah)
I never fucked with niggas in the first place
Except my niggas, I'm standing on that
I was supposed to be at the top of the charts
And start blaming my label for holding me back (yeah)
They had me fucked up
How the fuck I had a gold mixtape
And went back to the hood and I start selling drugs
How the fuck am I the neighborhood hero
Then I turned to the neighborhood plug
Niggas I grew up with started dissing me
It made it harder to show my neighborhood love (yeah)
Bitches start dating, start taking advantage of me
And it fucked up I'm misunderstood (yeah)
Before I go out like Pac I′ma go out like Suge (yeah)
Before I go broke like Joc I′ma get rich in the hood (yeah)
I'ma get rich in the hood yeah