All Hood Trae tha Truth (Ft. Yung Redd)

(*talking*)
It's all hood nigga, motherfuckers must of forgot
We real niggas real life, around this bitch
Go through this shit everyday, ain't no motherfucking play thang
Niggas need to use they brain mayn
Coming from niggas, who been through that shit
Hey yo Redd, give 'em the game

[Yung Redd]
Ya already know, S-L-A-B
I'm at a loss for words, fuck you pay me
H.S.E., yeah the album coming
I got that Hemi in that Magnum humming, plus them Davin's running
Black on black, the ceiling pushed back
One grind at a time, mayn I can't look back
Stomach never got full, off hopes and dreams
So I keep my grands going, trying to save my green
March to my own tune, nigga do' rate me
Bread stacked to the ceiling, I'm so Yao Ming
Hit body ain't a gangsta, and that ain't you
Falsifying your hood stripes, nigga that ain't true
Naw street nigga, like I'm homeless
The reason why I tell niggas get on they grind, because I'm on it
Calm as a bitch, pray you don't get caught
Anybody with a strap, will make you hole that throat and that's real