This is a song about "Tye hood"

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

And panned out, i'm all in love

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Smoke ? you know it taste good

From hollywood to the hood

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

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