im my hood we like to palay meet greet hoes an lay we eat where we shit an stay we wave red flags like olay we get it out da mud daily like kids n clay we keep dank n drank bt we not the red clay i got 3 hoes dey all alumn of north clayton and we fuckem 3 at a time like da warriors and clay we a collection of kings you peeps never seen sucha jewels/ pay attention to da small details liike da drugs we misuse/ we rebellious by law and ween do da city trends/ got few close associates but ween gotta lotta friends/ we was raised on da mark shit never really get lonely (if)/ times get rough enough i can lean on my homies/ but why lean on da team like a piece of fat back crackers dont know da blueprint an how we created da trap/ we dine on full ull course meals whenever we grill/ we out here on a island and we keep da henney on chill/ i got some hoes dat pay and dats just my presense before i fuck dey ask wt position is my preference i stay so fresh 12 think im moving a dope package/ nah own trap i rap hello im back an its demeteman savage um hood as it get dont let nobody tell u no lie da hood uma stay and in da hood uma die uma sugar hill baby yea i come from dem brix and uma amberwood nicca so yea i play wit dem stix i got a tell of two hoods who can fault me fa dat so either way it go uma chase me a sack missles end all troubles like um throwing grenades i poured my heart in da hood like a kup of kool aid