This is a song about "Violence in the hood"

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

But the hood was always in my heart

I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

But for the neighbors, screams were common when you live in the hood.

People always dying in the hood, stood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

And i can write a hook fast

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would