hood in my blood

“HOOD IN MY blood Got that hood in my blood, got a pound in the truck Got a whole lotta scars, ain't no quit in my blood When I pull up, make the whole house shake, Talk slick, stand tall, better mean what you say Too much grit, can't fold, can't bend, Came up hard, ain’t no time to pretend Big dog walk, make the whole room tense, I'm the same damn man I was way back then. Dust on the tires, weed on the dash, Wallet ain't fat, but I'm still gon' splash. Country boy mean with a mouth so clean , Laugh at the haters while I'm sipping on the lean I talk that talk with a Tennessee drawl, Backwoods raised, ain't impressed by yall You play that role, I can see through the wall, I ain't gotta bark, I'm the dog in the yard. Worn-out boots with the soles near gone, Still walk in clean with my head held strong. Mama raised hell when I did somethin' wrong, Now I make these tracks shake like a storm. Got that wild-boy grin, got a smart-ass way Say what I mean, blow you all away Small-town name, but the sound too loud, When the trunk start hittin', better clear right out [HOOK — Beat hits harder] Got that hood in my blood, got a pound in the truck Got a whole lotta scars, ain't no quit in my blood When I pull up, make the whole house shake, Talk slick, stand tall, better stand on what you say. Too much grit, can't fold, can't bend, Came up hard, no time to depend. Big dog walk, make the whole room tense, I'm the same damn man I was way back when. [VERSE 2 — Faster flow, more attitude] I got a bad temper and a mouth like a blade, Make a joke outta trouble, that's the way I was made. Got some shit in my past that I ain't tryna trade, Every loss taught a lesson, every scar got paid. I'm a backroad menace with a head full of rage Trunk keep knockin',you can hear it down the way I ain't no saint, ain't claimin' nothing not even in my own safe I got a few dark chapters that you ain't never seen. I can cut up a room, make a man bleed , Then go dead quiet when it's just me. Who that? ME! Where from? THE SOUTH! What now? TURN IT UP! Let that whole trunk speak out Ain't no costume, ain't no act, Got that hood in my blood, got that dirt on my name, Got a whole lotta scars, ain't no quit in me When I pull up,make the house shake, Talk slick, stand tall, better stand on what you say. Too much grit, can't fold, can't bend, Came up hard, had to learn not to depend. Big dog walk, make the whole room tense, I'm the same damn man I was way back when. (Tennessee! Brrrah!) [OUTRO — Distorted voice] Country in my walk. Hood in my speech. Got that