[Intro: Krept]
Yeah
The hood
The ends
The ghetto
Whatever you wanna call it
I call it the devil’s playground
I realise late but better late than never
Yeah
[Verse 1: Krept]
Driving through the hood (Hood), thinking how fucked it is (Yeah)
Like how the fuck can anybody be in love with this (Huh?)
Nobody’s house round here’s got a butler in (Nah)
I see a heroin addict here suffering
Hold on, I used to fuck with him (What else?)
That’s Aaron from school, I grew up with him (What else?)
I used to chill, kickball and get lunch with him (What else)
What a shame now the hoods caught up with him (Stress)
And these hood girls completely insane
They got more cleavage than brains
They think we’re dogs ‘cause we want a one nighter
No, 'cause you're a hoe, and we don’t wanna wife ya' (Nah)
Sitting here thinking how the hood left us
Dead, jail, couple niggas went nuts
Thinking about my life what do I really need?
Turn 'need' around—what I really need is the deen (Real talk)
The gangsters of the Twenty-first century
No remorse screaming Fuck the penitentiary
They’ll run up on you while you're with your ex talking about your pregnancy (What else?)
Then pill your wig for your Ecstasy (Oh)
Now revenge is a must
And your friends get gloves, then ride on ‘em with that .38 snub
We’ll take yours if you take one of us
That’s what they thinking as they drive your mums
Kick off the door than they beat off that gun
So you duck and you run
And all you thinking is they come to my mums; are they dumb?
And the cycle goes on, and the riding don’t stop
And people from both sides getting dropped
If you grew up in a gang, then I know you can relate
I wish someone schooled us earlier, now it’s too late
Before the Gips set saga
Before Kone lost his father
The road 'tings dead, but we learnt this all after
Yeah
The hood
The ends
The ghetto
Whatever you wanna call it
I call it the devil’s playground
I realise late but better late than never
Yeah
[Verse 1: Krept]
Driving through the hood (Hood), thinking how fucked it is (Yeah)
Like how the fuck can anybody be in love with this (Huh?)
Nobody’s house round here’s got a butler in (Nah)
I see a heroin addict here suffering
Hold on, I used to fuck with him (What else?)
That’s Aaron from school, I grew up with him (What else?)
I used to chill, kickball and get lunch with him (What else)
What a shame now the hoods caught up with him (Stress)
And these hood girls completely insane
They got more cleavage than brains
They think we’re dogs ‘cause we want a one nighter
No, 'cause you're a hoe, and we don’t wanna wife ya' (Nah)
Sitting here thinking how the hood left us
Dead, jail, couple niggas went nuts
Thinking about my life what do I really need?
Turn 'need' around—what I really need is the deen (Real talk)
The gangsters of the Twenty-first century
No remorse screaming Fuck the penitentiary
They’ll run up on you while you're with your ex talking about your pregnancy (What else?)
Then pill your wig for your Ecstasy (Oh)
Now revenge is a must
And your friends get gloves, then ride on ‘em with that .38 snub
We’ll take yours if you take one of us
That’s what they thinking as they drive your mums
Kick off the door than they beat off that gun
So you duck and you run
And all you thinking is they come to my mums; are they dumb?
And the cycle goes on, and the riding don’t stop
And people from both sides getting dropped
If you grew up in a gang, then I know you can relate
I wish someone schooled us earlier, now it’s too late
Before the Gips set saga
Before Kone lost his father
The road 'tings dead, but we learnt this all after
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