[Intro]
Hey, this is a Trademark production
Ayy, pull up, Lamb
[Chorus]
Seen the hood make sacrifices and the hood rival
And the hood vitals, and the hood rights, and the hood bible
I seen the hood lie, seen the hood cry
Seen the hood ride and verse vices
[Verse 1]
No silver spoon, so they shot dope and a dose
Oldheads telling lies, murder introduced
Gave me thirty shots, I guess I'm seduced
Should I pull the trigger, start shooting?
Everybody became dead bodies
But then we walk through six-four, became allies
Everybody in the trenches don't make it alive
Girls telling, men don't cry
Best friends turn to enemies, hustle for a Bentley
I was on my six speed riding 'til my wheels leak
Scars from the concrete, made a boy a man
I feel L'A soul with the wind
The streets don't pretend
The streets don't make amends
And the police make evidence
I'm just riding through in a Benz
Hey, this is a Trademark production
Ayy, pull up, Lamb
[Chorus]
Seen the hood make sacrifices and the hood rival
And the hood vitals, and the hood rights, and the hood bible
I seen the hood lie, seen the hood cry
Seen the hood ride and verse vices
[Verse 1]
No silver spoon, so they shot dope and a dose
Oldheads telling lies, murder introduced
Gave me thirty shots, I guess I'm seduced
Should I pull the trigger, start shooting?
Everybody became dead bodies
But then we walk through six-four, became allies
Everybody in the trenches don't make it alive
Girls telling, men don't cry
Best friends turn to enemies, hustle for a Bentley
I was on my six speed riding 'til my wheels leak
Scars from the concrete, made a boy a man
I feel L'A soul with the wind
The streets don't pretend
The streets don't make amends
And the police make evidence
I'm just riding through in a Benz
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