Hollyhood - Nate Husser

I’m still in the hood face in magazine x4

Got rats in mah trap, but got big tv screens Gold all on my neck dishes in the

sink

I can’t get no job ink all on my skinnn

Got no microwave, eat no michelines

Ridin dirty whip so clean, isn’t in his name Prolly wit a model dun forgot her

name

Boy I’m livin good cause I done felt the pain

All my friends r dead, Ima just pour them drink

Left the label office went to flip a bird

Huss still in the field boi fck watchu heard

Do this for the Martin do the for the Burgz

Got my trap spot bumpin neighbours hella nervous

I’m still in the hood, face in magazines x4

I might go downtown, just to scope the hoes They gon want some pics,

fck me for my clothes They luh me in my city erry block I go

They know it’s back to the hood after erryshow

Know it’s gang don’t play game my niggas trained to go If I wanna take a plane

today to Mexico

I think I might stick around flip another 36oz

I’m the king of the trap, government think I’m broke

I’m still in the hood, face in magazine (x8)