IT IS (feat. Rylo Rodriguez)

Aye, who that?

John Gotitt

Yeah, can't get the hood to turn on me

I'm who turnt up the hood

I hopped out geeked, no gloves

Burnt the skin off my thumb, heat from that Draco wood

Me and Rio was sayin' we need to link the hoods for good

And we did, Bopper slid with Spit and still cool with Suge

He bust pipes, blind, with no sight, said it's unfair if he could see

I brought in them fullies

A quick, five-second shoot-out

Been 'bout risks since me and Dre had went out West and robbed the grow house

I been quit keep the score of them lil' boys but it a blowout

If I get the feeling, make **** think COVID, they ain't going out

Stash a nine in my ho house, she live close by where it go down

Ain't no way, I never go out 'less my pole out like I Pope up

And my lil' bro so anxious, spray shit off, look like he hold it down

It's me and baby bro all day through that 8300 blackout

I hope he know, car pull too close, I'm lettin' this whole sixty-clip blow out

Yeah, well, that's just how it is when you from where I'm from

Could be on bond for murder one and youngin' still tote his gun

You in the streets for fun

Scared to see when street shit get done

My momma shot at my pops with me in car when I was young

And I'm thuggin' in my blood, been the one in my blunt

Getting that monyon in my blood

Fuck it, however it come

I'ma make somethin' out of nothin'

This shit run in my blood

Still a made man kinda life living from the hood

We take out your man

At the repass, you get a bonus for it

Thinkin' shit was sweet, he took a nap, he in a coma for it

And she ain't fucking with me 'cause I ain't let her put me in her reel

The hell I look like cryin' about a ho who ain't even wear Denim Tears?

You the type gon' take the deal

I'm the type gon' play the sell

I come from the bricks, so yeah, you gon' see a athlete make a sale

Throw your hood up, growing up, I had seen a fuck **** whack a player

I don't need no prices of no Tris, do white paint and double the sale

Shit here way bigger than life, I'on trust no ho, all these women alike

Your bro told, get rid of the mice

Bro'nem spun them **** ass on sight

I just see red, don't see no problem

Thirty pointers, I feel like Jah

Yeah, well, that's just how it is when you from where I'm from

Could be on bond for murder one and youngin' still tote his gun

You in the streets for fun

Scared to see when street shit get done

My momma shot at my pops with me in car when I was young

And I'm thuggin' in my blood, been the one in my blunt

Getting that monyon in my blood

Fuck it, however it come

I'ma make somethin' out of nothin'

This shit run in my blood

Still a made man kinda life living from the hood