Hood Trophy - Pressa

Mama used to beat me with my trophy

My teacher used to chase me through the hallway

My nigga, he done snaked me for my.38

I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K

I’m from the hood, I’m so hood, that’s the hood in me

Never watched my dawg starve, that’s the good in me

Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23

Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me

I got a Glock.30 filled with zombies

I’m like a new pair of Loubs, niggas want me

I’m in some Off White, niggas wanna off me

Pressa make the hood look like palm trees

First and furthermore, let’s get this clear like Avianne

Pull up on his block, we shmurda shit just like we Bobby

This rap shit just ain’t easy, for this shit you need a body

Baby girl got freckles on her face, look like a cookie

And why not?

Just go blow some bands, don’t wear no Reebok

Never catch me in the hood rockin' fake designer

Never catch me hangin' on the block without my handgun

He ain’t killed nobody, but he claim he a gangsta

My niggas play your block, it’s on repeat

My dawg underground like it’s P3

Uzi shout me out on the TV

I keep sayin' I’ma blow, they won’t believe me

My shooters, my shooters, they come in varies

These niggas, they bitches, they scared of police

The Feds hate a nigga, they stole my jewelry

Wassi a sav, he legendary

It’s scary, I bet he in this room, he prolly hear me

Pressa lock the city like a Dudley

My niggas swing around like a monkey

I got a glizzy, rockin' in my Monclers

Traphouse whippin' dope and I done broke my wrist

And ceelo’s only time a nigga gamble

These niggas hesitate, they start to fiddle

Where I’m from, homicides go by the triple

Mama used to beat me with my trophy

My teacher used to chase me through the hallway

My nigga, he done snaked me for my.38

I put my dawg on, he went and made a hundred K

I’m from the hood, I’m so hood, that’s the hood in me

Never watched my dawg starve, that’s the good in me

Real nigga, know my Jordans 1 through 23

Name a nigga in my city that can shit on me

Real nigga, never stole out my mom’s purse

Grade school, mama used to tuck my collar

Loyalty’s a price, I can’t rob her

I went from baller to a baller

I went from ball court to a bando

So much hand transactions, I got handles

It’s fucked up how I made money on

I’ll never leave my dawg, yeah, for dead like a weirdo

'Cause niggas nowadays, they so fake, man

Where I’m from, we take your gun if you’re a wasteman

And all that sit-at-home shit, never rate that

I hit the road and got dirty on my way back

Niggas sit at home playin' video games

I learned to go and get it, by a minimum wage

My nigga’s on your block, he needs to relocate

Shoot a nigga in his face, do it the drifter way

Yeah, you know how we rock, do it the drifter way, shit

Free my niggas, R.I.P.

my niggas and shout all my bros