Doe B
Текст песни Hood Memories

I'm still that lil' nigga from Timberland
All I wanted was to know the man
Same fiends smoking out my soda can
Same niggas fuck about 400 band
Riding rigged crates of lean, never sleep
If you from South Decatur, you forever stray
I walk up to my mom, we both seen better days
She said she heard that same shit yesterday
Man, I'mma keep going hard for my daughter's sake
Every first of the month will be the holiday
I told my teacher for the job I'm selling rock today
I'm in the streets with no breaks, ain't no stopping me
And all the real niggas round, oh, they'll gonna vouch for me
Sometimes I feel like somebody watching me
Then why I can't go nowhere without they clung on me?
If I die tonight then bury me with G's on top of me

And these is all my hood memories
Since a little man I've been a G
Tonight hear the Lord so heaven sent for me
Just cover me in Gucci bands little G
I know some niggas still love the enemy
But I'mma give you money, I can't let 'em get to me
And the day I leave, they worried, they gonna remember me
Just cover me in Gucci bands little G

And I'm still the same nigga
Trying to numb my feelings pumping pain killers
Going through so much, you do the same nigga
Nigga, all these bigger targets, fuck the fame nigga
Fuck the fame
I live the real life, well, ain't nobody I touch it
Boy you keep getting right
I've been through so much and man I got real stripes
You niggas wouldn't know what it's all gonna feel and even feel like
What it feel like
I went from rags to riches
From fucking hood ratchets to fucking the baddest bitches
Put the same now on my back and start it up with Didy
Man, I ain't looking for a recognition, I wouldn't recommend it
I'm trying to catch a million
'Cause I got bigger problems
Streets talking, niggas plotting, my own nigga robbed me
Shit real on my side but if I shoot on bonkers
If you shoot me you'll find
That you'll separate the real from fake and you will see who reminded

And these is all my hood memories
Since a little man I've been a G
Tonight hear the Lord so heaven sent for me
Just cover me in Gucci bands little G
I know some niggas still love the enemy
But I'mma give you money, I can't let 'em get to me
And the day I leave, they worried, they gonna remember me
Just cover me in Gucci bands little G