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Toosii
Rap
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Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Terrence DeSean Bryant
Terrence DeSean Bryant
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toosii
Toosii
Mixing Engineer
Midlow Beats
Midlow Beats
Producer

Texty

[Verse 1]
I know the hood ain't the hood no more
But how the fuck you beat the case, but you ain't hood no more
What you been tellin' all your dawgs? You a rat, you told
You don't love me like you said, ****, that shit show, yeah
Turmoil, I be confused from the sound of the sirens
I hit the block, conceal my weapon, it's too many of us dyin'
Secure the promised land, feel like David, Goliath
My momma say I'm outta hand, ain't no point in her tryin'
I need the church-house, my granny tired of cryin'
I let a burst off if a fuck **** try it
Won't let them hurt us, that's just word to the gods
I never lurk, but if you slippin', I'm slidin'
[Verse 2]
Been havin' fantasies, Granny made a man of me
I know they after me, that's why I pack the heat
I was just thirteen crackin' fours, that's just the past to me
Can't let my nephew see that side, that **** look up to me
I used to love Nadia, still got love for Nadia
They done freed the shawty up, pool house, we turnin' up
Used to fuck with Kayla, now I see her, we don't speak or nothin'
Still love Denashia, even though she gave my pussy up
I heard that Jay a snitch, he used to hang with Rich
That **** wasn't banging shit, but he used to claim the clique
You take your mask off, you street just 'cause you take a risk
Till you hit the stand, it's time to testify and you take the piss
[Verse 3]
I know the hood ain't the hood no more
But how the fuck you beat the case, but you ain't hood no more
What you been tellin' all your dawgs? You a rat, you told
You don't love me like you said, ****, that shit showin'
Turmoil, I be confused from the sound of the sirens
I hit the block, conceal my weapon, it's too many of us dyin'
Secure the promised land, feel like David, Goliath
My momma say I'm outta hand, ain't no point in her tryin'
I need the church-house, my granny tired of cryin'
I let a burst off if a fuck **** try it
Won't let them hurt us, that's just word to the gods
I never lurk, but if you slippin', I'm slidin'
[Verse 4]
Them **** on hatin' shit
My **** got range and clips
Fuck ****, he make a diss
Watch how I make a hit
Dropped down on dumb shit, but I swear we have so much cake to get
I remember my mom tellin' me go back, I was just tryna make the bet
I fought for the longest, my angels been callin'
Why the fuck you stallin'? You don't put your all in
I came too far now, ****, gotta go, feel like I'm ballin'
You turned to a rat, fuck ****, you told, tryna fuck up all of it
Lil pussy, I'm doggin' it
I don't know how to call it quits
You **** ain't callin' shit
I flooded my neck and wrists
How you want homage? You snaked me, can't applaud a bitch
Still feelin' confused, fuck the fame, don't care for all that shit
[Verse 5]
I know the hood ain't the hood no more
But how the fuck you beat the case, but you ain't hood no more
What you been tellin' all your dawgs? You a rat, you told
You don't love me like you said, ****, that shit showin'
Turmoil, I be confused from the sound of the sirens
I hit the block, conceal my weapon, it's too many of us dyin'
Secure the promised land, feel like David, Goliath
My momma say I'm outta hand, ain't no point in her tryin'
I need the church-house, my granny tired of cryin'
I let a burst off if a fuck **** try it
Won't let them hurt us, that's just word to the gods
And I never lurk, but if you slippin', I'm slidin'
Written by: Naujour Grainger, Terrence DeSean Bryant
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